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diff --git a/25055-0.txt b/25055-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3c90a44 --- /dev/null +++ b/25055-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,4144 @@ +The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Odes of Casimire, Translated by G. Hils, by +Mathias Casimire Sarbiewski + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Odes of Casimire, Translated by G. Hils + +Author: Mathias Casimire Sarbiewski + +Commentator: Maren-Sofie Roestvig + +Translator: G. Hils + +Release Date: April 12, 2008 [EBook #25055] + +Language: Latin + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ODES OF CASIMIRE *** + + + + +Produced by Louise Hope, David Starner, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team. + + + + + + +[Transcriber’s Note: + +This text uses utf-8 (unicode) file encoding. If the apostrophes and +quotation marks in this paragraph appear as garbage, make sure your +text reader’s “character set” or “file encoding” is set to Unicode +(UTF-8). You may also need to change the default font. As a last +resort, use the latin-1 version of the file instead. + +The Greek word παραφραστικῶς (paraphrastikôs) occurs three times in +poem headers. There is no other Greek in the text. + +Spelling and punctuation are unchanged unless otherwise noted. +Typographical errors are listed at the end of the e-text, along with +longer notes. The Latin -que was variously written out in full or +abbreviated; the abbreviated forms are shown here as -q; with +semicolon.] + + + + + The Augustan Reprint Society + + + MATHIAS CASIMIRE + SARBIEWSKI + + _The Odes of Casimire, Translated by G. Hils_ + + (1646) + + + With an Introduction by + Maren-Sofie Roestvig + + + Publication Number 44 + + Los Angeles + William Andrews Clark Memorial Library + University of California + 1953 + + + + +GENERAL EDITORS + + RICHARD C. BOYS, _University of Michigan_ + RALPH COHEN, _University of California, Los Angeles_ + VINTON A. DEARING, _University of California, Los Angeles_ + LAWRENCE CLARK POWELL, _Clark Memorial Library_ + +ASSISTANT EDITOR + + W. EARL BRITTON, _University of Michigan_ + +ADVISORY EDITORS + + EMMETT L. AVERY, _State College of Washington_ + BENJAMIN BOYCE, _Duke University_ + LOUIS BREDVOLD, _University of Michigan_ + JOHN BUTT, _King’s College, University of Durham_ + JAMES L. CLIFFORD, _Columbia University_ + ARTHUR FRIEDMAN, _University of Chicago_ + EDWARD NILES HOOKER, _University of California, Los Angeles_ + LOUIS A. LANDA, _Princeton University_ + SAMUEL H. MONK, _University of Minnesota_ + ERNEST C. MOSSNER, _University of Texas_ + JAMES SUTHERLAND, _University College, London_ + H. T. SWEDENBERG, JR., _University of California, Los Angeles_ + +CORRESPONDING SECRETARY + + EDNA C. DAVIS, _Clark Memorial Library_ + + + + +INTRODUCTION + + +Mathias Casimire Sarbiewski (1595-1640) vas a Polish Jesuit whose +neo-Latin Horatian odes and Biblical paraphrases gained immediate +European acclaim upon their first publication in 1625 and 1628.[1] The +fine lyric quality of Sarbiewski’s poetry, and the fact that he often +fused classical and Christian motifs, made a critic like Hugo Grotius +actually prefer the “divine Casimire” to Horace himself, and his +popularity among the English poets is evidenced by an impressive number +of translations. + +G. Hils’s _Odes of Casimire_ (1646), here reproduced by permission from +the copy in the Henry E. Huntington Library, is the earliest English +collection of translations from the verse of the Polish Horace. It is +also the most important. Acknowledged translations of individual poems +appeared in Henry Vaughan’s _Olor Iscanus_ (1651), Sir Edward +Sherburne’s _Poems and Translations_ (1651), the _Miscellany Poems and +Translations by Oxford Hands_ (1685), Isaac Watts’s _Horae Lyricae_ +(1706), Thomas Brown’s _Works_ (1707-8), and John Hughes’s _The Ecstasy. +An Ode_ (1720). Unacknowledged paraphrases from Casimire include Abraham +Cowley’s “The Extasie,”[2] John Norris’s “The Elevation,”[3] and a +number of Isaac Watts’s pious and moral odes.[4] Latin editions of +Casimire’s odes appeared in London in 1684, and in Cambridge in 1684 +and 1689. + +Another striking example of the direct influence of Casimire upon +English poetry is presented by Edward Benlowes’s _Theophila_ (1652). +This long-winded epic of the soul exhibits not only a general +indebtedness in imagery and ideas, but also direct borrowings of whole +lines from Hils’s _Odes of Casimire_. One example will have to suffice: + + Casimire, Ode IV, 44 + + _Theophila_, XIII, 68 + + Let th’ _Goth_ his strongest chaines prepare, + The _Scythians_ hence mee captive teare, + My mind being free with you, I’le stare + The Tyrants in the face.... + + Then let fierce Goths their strongest chains prepare; + Grim Scythians me their slave declare; + My soul being free, those tyrants in the face I’ll stare. + +Casimire’s greatest achievement was in the field of the philosophic +lyric, and in a number of cases he anticipated poetic techniques and +motifs which later grew popular also with the English poets. Thus, long +before Denham and Marvell, he practised the technique of investing the +scenes of nature with a moral or spiritual significance. A comparison +of Casimire’s loco-descriptive first epode on the estate of the Duke of +Bracciano with Denham’s _Cooper’s Hill_ (1642) reveals that the Polish +poet was the first to mix description with moral reflection, and to +choose the gentle hills, the calmly flowing river, and a retired country +life as symbols of the Horatian golden mean. + +Some of Casimire’s richest imagery is found in his paraphrases of +_Canticles_, and particularly in Ode IV, 21. Parts of this ode provide a +striking parallel to the famous fifth stanza of Marvell’s “The Garden.” +In it Horace and Virgil meet with Solomon, the _hortus conclusus_ of the +Hebrew poet merging with the landscape of retirement as we find it in +Virgil’s eclogues or in Horace’s second and sixteenth epodes. Much of +Casimire’s poetry, is indeed best understood as a conscious effort to +apply the allegorical technique of _Canticles_ to the classical _beatus +ille_-themes,[5] just as his thought presents an interesting combination +of Stoic and Platonic ideas. + +The Polish poet, who was a university professor and a doctor of +theology, may easily have learned from the Hermetic writers how to +combine these great classical traditions. There is direct proof of +Casimire’s familiarity with the Hermetic tradition in his Ode II, 5 +(“E Rebus Humanis Excessus”), which is a paraphrase of _Libellus I_, +sections 25 and 26.[6] Since Henry Vaughan was familiar with Casimire’s +poetry, it is reasonable to suspect that Vaughan’s own treatment of +Hermetic motifs owed much to this influence. If one compares Vaughan’s +religious nature lyrics and Casimire’s odes, a number of common poetical +motifs are easily found, and so we are here again faced with the fact +that themes which became popular in England in the mid-seventeenth +century were anticipated in the Latin odes of Casimire.[7] + +Hermetic ideas are also encountered in Casimire’s third epode, +which combines a Horatian Stoicism with a neo-Platonlc or Hermetic +interpretation of the classical landscape of retirement. An avowed reply +to Horace’s second epode, it expands the Horatian philosophy through the +addition of three new themes: the theme of solitude, the theme of the +Earthly Paradise, and the theme of Nature as a divine hieroglyph. Its +presentation of the garden ecstasy of the retired _beatus vir_ thus +strikes the same note to which we know from Mildmay Fane’s “To +Retiredness” and Andrew Marvell’s “The Garden.” In slightly adapted +form, these themes were to flourish in the poetry of the Countess +of Winchilsea, Isaac Watts, John Hughes, and a number of early +eighteenth-century nature poets. + +In the Romantic period Casimire’s fame was again revived. While still a +young man, Coleridge planned a complete translation of Casimire’s odes, +but never finished more than the ode “Ad Lyram.” It was also Coleridge +who said that with the exception of Lucretius and Statius he knew no +Latin poet, ancient or modern, who could be said to equal Casimire +in boldness of conception, opulence of fancy, or beauty of +versification.[8] A knowledge of the themes and techniques of this +Latin poet should therefore be of interest to all students of English +poetry. + + Maren-Sofie Roestvig + University of Oslo + + + + +NOTES TO THE INTRODUCTION + + +1. For a complete bibliography, see Carlos Sommervogel, Bibliothèque de +la Compagnie de Jésus (Bruxelles et Paris, 1896), VII, 627-646. + +2. In the preface to _The Ecstasy. An Ode_ (1720), John Hughes comments +on Cowley’s indebtedness, in “The Extasie,” to Casimire. + +3. Norris’s indebtedness has been pointed out by Hoxie N. Fairchild, +_Religious Trends in English Poetry_ (New York, 1939- ), I, 110, n. 21. + +4. Compare Watts’s “False Greatness,” “’Tis Dangerous to Follow the +Multitude,” and “The Kingdom of the Wise Man” to Casimire’s Ode IV, 34; +IV, 10; and IV, 3. + +5. By this term is understood the themes presented in Horace’s second +epode on the happy country life. + +6. Hermes Trismegistus, _Hermetica_, ed. Walter Scott (Oxford, 1924-36), +I, 129. + +7. No study has as yet been made of Casimire’s influence upon English +literature, but I hope shortly to publish the results of my own +investigation of this problem. + +8. Coleridge prefaced his translation of the ode “Ad Lyram” with this +remark. See also _Biographia Literaria_, ed. John Shawcross (Oxford, +1907), II, 209. For further critical estimates, see Sir John Bowring, +trans., _Specimens of the Polish Poets_ (London, 1827), and Caecilius +Metellus, pseud., “On the Life and Writings of Casimir,” _The Classical +Journal_, XXV (1822), 103-110. + + * * * * * + * * * * + + + The + ODES + of + CASIMIRE + + Translated by + _G. H._ + + + [Illustration] + + + LONDON, + + Printed by _T. W._ for _Humphrey Moseley_, + at the signe of the Princes Armes in + _Pauls_ Church-yard, _1646_. + + + + + [Illustration] + + The + ODES of + CASIMIRE + + _Translated by_ + G. H. + + _Printed for _Humphrey Moseley_ at the Princes-Armes + in Pauls Churchyard 1646. W. M. sculp:_ + + + + + [Decoration] + + _Od. 1. Lib. 1._ + + Cum infestæ Thracum Copiæ Pannoniâ excessissent. + + [Decoration] + + Od. 1. Lib. 1. + + When the hatefull forces of the Thracians departed out of + _Pannonia_. + + Jam minæ sævi cecidere belli: + Jam profanatis malè pulsa terris + Et salus, & pax niveis revisit + Oppida bigis: + Iam fides, & fas, & amæna præter + Faustitas, læto volat arva curru: + Iam fluunt passim pretiosa largis + Sæcula rivis. + Candidi soles veterisq; venæ + Fontibus nati revocantur Anni: + Grandinat Gemmis, riguoq; Cœlum + Depluit Auro. + + The threats of cruell Warre now cease:, + In stead of them safety and peace, + Banish’d th’unhallowed earth, doe please + ’Returne in their white Waine; + Faith joyn’d with Truth, and Plenty too + O’re pleasant fields doe nimbly goe; + The precious Ages past, doe flow + With liberall streames againe. + Cleare dayes, such yeares as were of old + Recalled are, o’th’ ancient mold, + The Heavens hayle Pearles, and molten Gold + Doth raine down-right in showres; + + Meq; veraci cecinisse plectro + Inter Octobreis, tua festa, pompas, + Prisca _Saturni_ rediisse sæcla, + Approbat Orbis. + Aurei patrum niveiq; mores, + Exul & serâ procul usq; Thule, + Candor, & pulchro remeare virtus + Audet _Olympo_. + + Whilst I with my Prophetique string + Thy Winter feastivalls doe sing, + The whole world doth with Ecchoes ring + Old _Saturn’s_ age is ours. + Our Fathers pure and golden rule + Exil’d as farre as farthest Thule, + Justice from bright _Olympus_ schoole + Comes boldly back againe. + + Lactis, & fusi per aprica mellis + Garruli Campos secuêre rivi: + Et superfuso tumuêre plenæ + Nectare ripæ. + Lætior vulgò seges inquietis + Fluctuat culmis, titubantq; frugum + Uberes Campi, nec avara sulcis + Invidet æstas. + Pastor Erranteis comitatus Hœdos + Provocat raucas calamo cicadas: + Mugiunt Colles, & anhela fessis + Silva Iuvencis. + + The streams which Milk and Honey yeild, + Their passage cut through open field, + And the full banks with Nectar swell’d + Doe drowne the flowrie plaine. + The glad Corne in the restles stalke + Waves, and the fields as wee doe walke, + So fruitfull reele, to any balke + The Heat no spight doth owe. + The Herdsmans Pipe to’s wandring Goats, + Provokes the Grashoppers hoarse notes; + The tyred Herd with strayned throats, + Makes Hills and Woods to low. + + Pace subsultant juga, pace rident + Tetrica rupes: leve separatos + Otium colleis amat, & sequestri + Gaudia pagi. + Te _Ceres_ flavis redimita culmis, + Magne pacati moderator orbis, + Te suis Æstas opulenta Circum- + fundit aristis. + Supplici Myrtus tibi servit umbrâ, + Serviunt Lauri: tibi celsa longè + Quercus assurgit, tremuloq; pinus + Vertice nutat. + Siderum præses, dominusq; terræ, + Lucidâ Romam speculatus aree, + Regna tranquillet, Cupidoq; patrem + Te velit orbi. + + The Mountaines leape, and rough Rocks smile + For gentle Peace rejoyceth still + Such solitary roomes to fill + Hills set apart, ’lone Townes. + _Ceres_ with yellow Chaplet, and + The Summer rich with eares doth stand, + Great Prince of our appeased Land, + Thee to encompasse round. + The Myrtle begs with humble shade + To serve thee and the Laurel’s glade; + The lofty Oake doth rise; Its head + The trembling Pine doth bow; + Hee that o’re Starrs and earth hath powre, + Beholding us, from his bright Towre, + Calms all, and sets thee father o’re + The covetous world below. + + Laurus annosum tibi signet ævum: + Fata te norint, properentque parcæ + Nescium carpi tibi destinatos + Stamen in annos. + Quæq; formosos sedet inter igneis, + Sedulam pro te miserata _Romam_ + Virgo, quam circum glomerantur albis + Astra choreis. + Curet effusas Latii querelas, + Virginum castas juvenumque voces + Curet, & votis procerum reclinem + accommodet aurem. + + The Laurell signe long life to thee, + Let Fates and destinies agree + To twine thy thred, which cannot bee + Cut ’till th’appointed time. + May shee amidst those glorious fires, + For thy sake, pittying our desires, + ’Bout whom the beauteous starrs inquires, + And flowing measures swim; + May shee, I say, our Country’s griefe + Cure, and the chast complaints releive + Of all our youth, and willing eares + Apply to th’ praiers of all our Peeres. + + + + + Ad Aurelium Lycum. + + _Ode 2. Lib. 1._ + + Nè plus æquo de adversâ fortunâ queratur. + + To _Aurelius Lycas_. + + Ode 2. Li. 1. + + _That hee would not complaine too much of adverse fortune._ + + Indignas, Lyce, nænias, + Et mæstum gemitu pectus, & hispidis + Frontem nubibus expedi, + Cum Sol non solito lumine riserit, + Et fortuna volubilis + Fati difficilem jecerit aleam. + Quod vexant hodié Noti, + Cras lambent hilares æquor Ætesiæ. + Mœstum sol hodiè caput, + Cras lætum roseo promet ab æquore. + Alterno redeunt choro + Risus & gemitus, & madidis propè + Sicci cum Lacrymis joci. + Nascuntur mediis gaudia luctibus, + Sic fatis placitum. suis + Tempestiva fluunt fata periculis. + + Unmanly howlings, _Lycuas_, leave, + Thy sad breast doe not vex, nor grieve; + Thy rugged brow from cloudes set free, + Although with usuall beames ’on thee + The Sun not shines; or fortune late + Hath throwne the hardest chance of Fate. + With th’ waves, that South windes tosse to day, + The cheerfull Easterne gales will play; + The Sun that now hangs downe his head, + With joy from blushing _Thetis_ bed + I’th’ morne will rise. Laughter and woe + Keepe time, and in their courses goe. + Cleare merriment succeeds wet eyes, + And joyes in mid’st of sorrows rise. + Thus pleaseth it the Fates, that flow + With various hazards here below. + + Fessos duxit heri boves, + Dat magnis hodiè jura Quiritibus: + Et quæ bobus ademerat, + Imponit Gabiis, & Curibus juga. + Idem Phosphorus aspicit + Magnum quem tenuem viderat Hesperus. + Quod si seria ludicris + Fortuna placeat texere; Rusticus + Hesternam repetet casam, + Ridentis populi non humilis jocus: + Et queis rexerat omnia, + Findet laurigeris ligna securibus. + Quod si defuerit salix + Fasces pauperibus subjiciet focis. + + Hee who his Oxen tyr’d, did drive, + Doth lawes to day, to th’ City give: + And the same yokes he tooke from those, + Upon the Citizens impose. + The day-starre great, that man doth see, + Whom th’Evening saw in low degree. + But if the things that serious are + With Fortunes pastimes to compare + Doth please you; See, this Country-man + Betakes himselfe to’s farme againe, + Of’s jeering neighbours th’only sport, + And with those Axes which i’th’ Court + Hee ruled all with, Cleaves his wood, + Whose Helves are made of Laurell good. + And if a want of wood there growes, + The _Fasces_ on the fire he throwes. + + + + + Ad _Tarquinium Lavinum_. + + Od. 13. lib. 1. + + Non si Sol semel occidit, + Non rubris iterum surget ad Indiis; + Nec si quos celeris rotæ + Sors non exiguo proruit impetu, + Non lapsos iterum levet, + Arguto docilis ludere cum joco. + Ne spem projice, _Tarquini_: + Cujus pænè retro lambere pulverem + Et vestigia diceris, + Cum fortuna levem verterit orbitam, + Effusam super & luto + Fumantem poteris cernere purpuram. + Tunc & risibus abstine, + Neu turpi domino Lumina paveris: + Neu calces nimium, memor + Fortunæ geminam sæpe jaci pilam. + + + To _Tarquinius Lavinus_. + + _Ode 13. lib. 1._ + + As if the Sun that once doth set, + From th’ blushing East a new birth doth not get + As if that those whom Fortunes frowne + By the swift violence of her wheele, throwes down, + Shee would not raise again with ease, + So active in such nimble sports as these. + Despaire not (Sir) whose footsteps now + Thou’rt said to kisse, and lick the dust of’s shooe, + Let Fortune her light wheele but turne, + And then _Tarquinius_, thou shalt soon discerne + From his proud height, him downward thrust, + His trampled robes smoking in mire and dust. + Thy jeeres and laughter then forbeare, + His all-bespattred lookes thou shalt not feare, + Nor trample on, remembring how + Fortune a double ball doth often throw. + + + + + Ad _Publium Memmium_. + + _Ode 2. Lib. 2._ + + Vitæ humanæ brevitatem benefactis extendendam esse. + + Qua tegit Canas modò bruma valleis, + Sole vicinos jaculante monteis + Deteget rursum. Tibi cum nivosa + Bruma senecta + In caput seris cecidit pruinis, + Decidet nunquam. Cita fugit Æstas, + Fugit Autumnus, fugient propinqui + Tempora veris: + At tibi frigus, capitiq; cani + Semper hærebunt, neq; multa Nardus + Nec parum gratum repetita dement + Serta colorem. + Una quem nobis dederat juventus: + Una te nobis rapiet senectus: + Sed potes, _Publi_, geminare magnâ + Sæcula famâ, + Quem sui raptum gemuêre cives. + Hic diu vixit. Sibi quisq; famam + Scribat Hæredem: rapiunt avaræ + Cetera Lunæ. + + + To _Publius Memmius_. + + _Ode 2. Lib. 2._ + + _That the shortnesse of mans life is to bee lengthened + by good deeds._ + + The Valleys, now, all clad in gray + By Winter, when Sol darts his ray + On neighbouring hills, hee’l naked lay, + As heretofore. + But when the winter of thy yeares + With snow, within thy locks appeares, + When hoary frost shall dye thine haires, + It parts no more. + Summer, and Autumn’s quickly gone, + Th’approaching Spring will passe as soon: + Gray hayres, and chilling cold alone + With thee will stay. + To thy ill colour, Nard distill’d, + Nor the renew’d perfumes o’th’ field + Of flowres, can any vertue yeild, + Or tak’t away. + Thee, whom thy youth hath giv’n tó day. + At night old age will take away. + Thy time to double, is, to lay + A fame most bright. + Whom snach’d by death, his friends bemone, + He hath liv’d long. Let every one + Write Fames sole heire: that’s free alone, + From th’ rape of night. + + + + + E Rebus Humanis Excessus. + + _Ode 5. Lib. 2._ + + _A Departure from things humane._ + + _Ode 5. Lib. 2._ + + Humana linquo: tollite præpetem + Nubesque ventique. Ut mihi devii + Montes resedere, & volanti + Regna porcul, populosque vastos + Subegit aer! jam radiantia + Delubra Divum, jam mihi regiæ + Turres recessere, & relicta in + Exiguum tenuantur urbes; + Totasq; qua se cunque ferunt vaga + Despecto Gentes. O lacrymabilis + Jncerta fortuna! ô fluentûm + Principia, interitúsque rerum! + + Lift me up quickly on your wings, + Ye Clouds, and Winds; I leave all earthly things; + How Devious Hills give way to mee! + And the vast ayre brings under, as I fly, + Kingdomes and populous states! see how + The Glyst’ring Temples of the Gods doe bow; + The glorious Tow’rs of Princes, and + Forsaken townes, shrunke into nothing, stand: + And as I downward looke, I spy + Whole Nations every where all scattred lye. + Oh the sad change that Fortune brings! + The rise and fall of transitory things! + + Hîc ducta primis oppida mœnibus + Minantur in Cœlum: hîc veteres ruunt + Muríque turresq;: hîc supinas + Pæné cinis sepelivit arces. + Hîc mite Cœlum, sed rapidæ ruunt + In Bella Gentes: hîc placida sedent + In pace, sed latè quietos + Dira lues populatur agros. + + Here walled townes that threatned Heav’n, + Now old and ruin’d, with the earth lye even: + Here stately Pallaces, that thrust + Their heads i’th’ayre, lye buried all in dust. + Here the Ayre Temp’rate is and mild, + But the fierce people rush to warres, most wild: + Here in a joyfull peace they rest, + But Direfull Murraines their quiet fields lay wast. + + Hîc pænè tellus tota micantibus + Ardet sub armis: stant acies adhuc + Pendente fatorum sub ictu, + Et dubio furor hæsitavit + In bella passu: parte aliâ recens + Jam mista Mavors agmina mutuam + Collisit in mortem, & Cadentûm + Cæde virûm, Cumulísque latos + Insternit agros: hîc Mareotica + Secura merces æquora navigant, + Portusq; certatim frequentes + Centum operis populisque fervent. + + Here the whole Land doth scorching lye + Under the glittering Armes o’ th’Enemy: + Under the hovering stroke o’ th’ Fates + The Armies yet both stand; and fury waites + With doubfull steps, upon the warre; + Fresh courage here, the mingled troopes prepare. + Each against other fiercely run, + And mutually they worke destruction: + The slaughtered heapes in reeking gore + With bloudy covering spread the fields all o’re: + Here on safe Seas, as joyfull prize + Is strip’d away th’Ægyptian Merchandize, + Whilst the full Havens thick beset, + Doe furiously with fierce contention fret. + + Nec una Marti causa, nec unius + Sunt Arma moris. Bellat Adultera + Ridentis è vultu voluptas, + Inq; _Helena_ procus ardet orbis. + Hic verba bellis vindicat: hic canis, + Heu vile furtum! Se mala comparant; + Rarum sub exemplo superbit, + Nec sceleris scelus instar omne est. + + _Mars_ hath his divers Causes, and + His severall fashion’d weapons to command. + From the Adultresse smiling lookes + Pleasure doth fight, and unto Warre provokes, + The doting world with _Helen_ burnes. + This sordid man, oh base advantage! turnes + Revenge of vvords to blowes; + Mischiefe begets it selfe, from mischiefe growes. + Small sins by example higher dare, + Nor doth all sin, alvvaies like sin appeare. + + Eous illinc belligerâ latet + Sub Classe pontus: Jam _Thetis_ æneá + Mugire flammarum procellâ, & + Attonitæ trepidare cautes, + Et ipsa circum littora percuti + Majore fluctu. Sistite barbari, + Ferroq; neu simplex, & igni & + Naufragio geminate fatum. + + There th’Easterne Sea lyes coverd o’re + With vvarlike Fleets: _Thetis_ begins to rore + With stormes of flaming Brasse, and here + Th’astonish’d Rocks all trembling stand with feare. + The troubled Sea vvith vvinds beset + With stronger vvaves ’gainst the full shore doth beat. + Forbeare, cruell men to multiply + With fire, Sword-vvrack your single destiny. + + Parumnè Tellus in miseras patet + Immensa mortes? hinc miserabili + Quassata terrarum tumultu + Stare pavent titubantq; regna, + Unâq; tandem funditus obruunt + Cives ruinâ. Stat tacitus cinis, + Cui serus inscribat viator: + _Cum populo jacet hic & ipso + Cum Rege Regnũ._ Quid memorem super- + Infusa totis æquora portubus + Urbes inundare, & repenti + Tecta Deúm sonuisse fluctu. + Regumq; Turres, & pelago Casas + Jamjam latentes? jam video procul + Merceisq; differri, & natantem + Oceano fluitare gazam. + + Is the large Earth too narrovv grovvne, + Such slaughters, such dire tragedies to ovvne? + Large Kingdomes there, brought under thrall + With Tumult, stagger, and for feare doe fall; + Where in one Ruine wee may see + The dying people all o’rewhelmed lye. + The silent dust remaines, to let + The weary Pilgrim this Inscription set + (In after times, at hee goes by) + _King, Kingdome, People here entombed lye_. + What should I name the raging Seas, + Whole Havens over-flowing, and with these + I’th’ sudden floud whole Cities drown’d + The shaken Temples of the Gods that found? + Kings Pallaces what should I name + Now sunke i’th’ deepe, small Cottages i’th’ same? + Vast wealth I see swept downe with th’ tyde + Rich treasure in the Ocean floting glyde. + + Alterna rerum militat efficax + In damna mundus. Cladibus instruit + Bellisq; rixisq; & ruinis + Sanguineam libitina scenam, + Suprema doxec stelligerum dies + Claudat Theatrum. Quid morer hactenus + Viator aurarum & serenas + Sole domos aditurus usque + Humana mirer? tollite præpetem + Festina vatem, tollite nubila + Qua solis & Lunæ Labores + Cæruleo vehit æthra Campo. + + The active world t’each others harmes + Doth daily fight, and the pale Goddesse armes + The bloudy scene with slaughters, warrs, + With utter ruins, and with deadly jarrs; + Thus there’s no _Exit_ of our woes, + Till the last day the Theater shall close, + Why stay I then, when goe I may-- + To’a house enlightned by the Suns bright ray? + Shall I still dote on things humane? + Lift up your longing Priest, yee Clouds, oh deigne + Lift m’up where th’aire a splendour yeilds + Lights the sun’s chariot through the azure fields. + + Ludor? sequaces aut subeunt latus + Ferunt; venti? Jamque iterum mihi + Et regna decrevere, & immensæ + Ante oculos periêre gentes; + Suóque semper terra minor Globo + Jam jamque cerni difficilis, suum + Vanescit in punctum? ô refusum + Numinis Oceanum! ô carentem + Mortalitatis portubus insulam! + O clausa nullis marginibus freta! + Haurite anhelantem, & perenni + _Sarbivium_ glomerate fluctu. + + Am I deceived? or doe I see + The following winds on their wings mounting me, + And now againe Great kingdomes lye + Whole Nations perishing before mine eye? + The earth which alwayes lesse hath beene + Then’s Globe, and now, just now can scarce be seene, + Into it’s point doth vanish, see! + Oh the brim’d Ocean of the Deitie! + Oh Glorious Island richly free + From the cold Harbours of mortality! + Yee boundlesse Seas, with endlesse flouds of rest + Girt round _Sarbinius_ your panting Priest. + + + + + Ad Publium Memmium. + + Od. 7. Lib. 2. + + Esset humanis aliquod levamen + Cladibus, si res caderent eâdem + Quâ morâ surgunt; sed humant repentes + Alta ruinæ. + Nil diu felix stetit; inquieta + Urbium currunt hominumq; Fata: + Totq; vix horis jacuêre, surgunt + Regna quot annis. + Casibus longum dedit ille tempus, + Qui diem regnis satis eruendis + Dixit: elato populos habent mo- + menta sub ictu. + Parce crudeles, moriture _Publi_, + Impio divos onerare questu, + Densa vicinis nimiùm vagari + Funera tectis. + Quæ tibi primùm dedit hora nasci, + Hæc mori primùm dedit. Ille longùm + Vixit, æternum sibi qui merendo + Vindicat ævum. + + + To _Publius Memmius_. + + _Ode 7. Lib. 2._ + + Amidst our losse it were some ease, + If things did fall, with the same stay, and leisure + They rise; but sudden ruines seize + On our most lofty things, and richest treasure. + Nothing long time hath happy been. + The restlesse Fates of peopled-Cities, passe: + In a few hour’s destroy’d w’have seen, + In many yeares what never raised was. + He gave to Chance long time, that said + One day’s enough, whole Kingdomes t’overthrow: + Each moment holds a people swayd + Under a fatall and exalted blow. + Being neere thy death, then, _Publius_, spare + To load the Gods, with thy blasphemous plaints; + That Funeralls so frequent are, + Or death so much thy neighbours house haunts. + The houre, that first to thee gave life, + That thou should’st likewise dye, gave first to thee. + He hath liv’d long, who well doth strive + Sure alwaies of eternall life to bee. + + + + + Ad Asterium. Ode 8. lib 2. + + At nos inani pascit imagine + Fortuna rerum. Ludimur _Asteri_, + Umbris amicorum; & doloso + Verba simul placuêre fuco, + Res esse stulti credimus. at simul + Sors infidelem corripuit rotam, + Gaudent recedenti Sodales + Non eadem dare verba Divæ. + Plerumq; falsis nominibus placent + Humana. Rari pollicitis data + Aequamus: & minor loquaci + Relligio solet esse voto. + + + To Asterius. _Od 8. l. 2._ + + VV’Are mock’d with ’baytes that fortune flings + And fed with th’empty husks of things: + Shadowes, not friends we entertaine; + W’are pleas’d with the deceitfull traine + Of words, and thinke them deeds. But when + Th’unconstant wheele shall turne agen + To th’ parting Goddesse, wee shall see + Those friends the selfe-same words deny. + Things Humane under false names please. + Our gifts match not our promises; + Religion, lesse to be doth use, + Then the large language of our vowes. + + + + + Ex sacro Salomonis Epithal. + + Ode 19. l. 2. + + Similis est dilectus meus capreæ, hinnuloque cervorum. + + Out of _Solomon’s_ sacred Mariage Song. + + _Ode 19. Lib. 2._ + + Vitas sollicitæ me similis capræ, + Quam vel nimbisoni sibilus Africi, + Vel motum subitis murmur Etesiis + Vano corripit impetu. + Nam seu prima metum bruma trementibus + Incussit foliis, sive Diespiter + Elisit resonis tela Cerauniis, + Incertâ trepidat fugâ. + At qui non ego te quærere desinam, + Clamatura retrò, _Christe_, Revertere: & + Rursus, cùm rapido fugeris impetu, + Clamatura, Revertere. + + Thou shunnest me, like to a fearfull Roe, + Which, as the stormy North-winds blow, + Or the rough noise o’ th’ suddaine Easterne blast, + Is snatch’d away with forcelesse hast. + For th’early frost the trembling leaves doth fright, + Or else the Father of the light + Hath hewne from th’ecchoing rocks his thundring darts, + Hee hastens with such doubtfull starts. + But till I find thee, I’le not cease, nor rest, + But cry aloud, Returne, ô Christ: + And when with swifter speed thou fly’st away, + Returne againe, ô Christ, I’le say. + + O seu te Libani terga virentia, + Seu formosa rubræ culta Bethuliæ, + Seu pinguis Solymæ, sive procul cavæ + Cingunt rura Capharniæ; + Tandem sollicitæ pone modum fugæ. + Nam non effugies, Te mihi sedulis + Aether excubiis prodet, & aureis + Prodet Cynthia cornibus. + Te neglecta gemunt littora, te procul + Suspirat tacitis aura Pavoniis, + Te noctis vigiles, te mihi vividis + Signant sidera nutibus. + + The tops of _Lebanus_, so green and gay, + The faire tilths of _Bethulia_, + Encompasse thee, old _Salem_’s fruitfull Land, + Or else _Capharnia_ low doth stand. + At length give o’re thy sad and carefull flight: + Thou shalt not scape me, th’evening bright + With its so watchfull Centry, thee’l betray, + And th’Moone with golden hornes doth stray. + By th’grones of the neglected shores I’le find + Thee; and by th’sighs o’th’ Westerne wind; + Thee the night’s watch, the starrs that walke about + With lively signes will point thee out. + + + + + Diræ in Herodem. + + Ode 24. l. 2. + + _Diræ_ in _Herodem_. + + _Ode 24. Lib. 2._ + + Devota sacræ progenies domus! + Fatale monstrum! prodigialium + Monstrum parentum! seu Libyssa + Marmaricis leæ pavit antris, + Seu te maligno sidere degener + Pardus maritâ tigride prodidit, + Furoris hæredem paterni; + Sive gregis populator Afri + Nudum sub alto destituit jugo; + Seu belluosis fluctibus exspuit + Irata tempestas nocentem + Alitibusq; ferisq; prædam; + + Thou Cursed off-spring of that sacred place! + Thou fatall monster of prodigious race! + A Libyan Lyonesse in some Affrick den + Gave nourishment to thee, thou shame of men. + Or mungrill Libard with a shee-Tiger, hurl’d + Thee, with a mischiefe, into th’hatefull world, + Heyre to the fury of thy Syre, and damm; + Or some wild Wolfe left thee a naked shame: + Under a huge hard rock: some angry storme, + From waves, with things so full of divers forme, + For birds and beasts, spew’d th’up a banefull prey; + + Tuo severas pectore marmora + Duxêre venas, marmora rupibus + Decisa, quas Gætula cælebs + Deucalio super arva iecit: + Te sede primum livida regiâ + Megæra fixit: Tisiphone dedit + Sceptrum cruentandum feraq; + Imposuit Diadema fronti; & + Regale nuper cum premeres ebur + Adsedit altis fulta curulibus, + Et per Palæstinos Tyrannis + Explicuit sua signa campos. + + The Marble quarry, ’mid’st the raging Sea, + It’s rigid veynes, from thy rough bosome drew; + Marble, from those rocks hewne, _Deucalion_ threw + Over _Gætulian_ fields: _Megara_ first + Fix’d th’in thy regall seat, on thee accurst + Then _Tisiphon_ the Scepter did bestow, + And set the Diadem on thy savage brow: + And as thy princely Ivory, of late + Thou proudly lean’dst upon, close by thee sate + With stately columnes prop’d, fell tyrannie, + Her Ensignes, who through _Palestine_ let fly: + + Tremensq; & atrum sanguine â manu + Telum coruscans secum Odia, & Minas, + Cædemque & insanos tumultus, + Funeraq; & populorum iniquas + Strages, & indignum excidium retrò + Lactantis ævi traxit, & inclyta + Regnorum, inexhaustasque longis + Cladibus evacuavit urbies. + Illam & parentum dira gementium + Lamenta, Questusque, & Gemitus retrò, + Luctusque vicatim secuti, & + Irriguis Lacrymæ catervis. + + And her black sword with bloudy trembling hand + Did brandish round, when straight at her command + Hatreds, and strifes appear’d, murder and rage + The horrid ruine of the new-borne age, + Shee drew along; Tumultuous madness, all + The slaughter’d peoples unjust funerall: + Each famous kingdome, inexhausted towne + In a large streame of bloud by her, o’re-throwne. + Next followed Her, the plaints, and direfull grones + Of sighing parents, rob’d of their little ones, + Whole tydes of teares, sobs, and lamentings great + And mourning in each corner of the street. + + Quòd si caducis decidit amnibus + Præsagus imber, quid pluvias sequi + Cunctantur ultrices procellæ, + Et volucrum strepitu quadrigarum + Incussus æther pigra tonitrua & + Immugientûm fulmina nubium + Compescit, indulgentque metæ + Aëriis vaga tela pennis? + + But if this show’r, from this sad cause begun, + In too too narrow rivulets doth run; + Why doe revenging stormes so much delay + To back the rayne? what doth their fury stay? + Why doth the shaken sky with rustling noise + Of the Sun’s chariot, bridle in the voice + Of the slow thunder? why the lightning stop + From breaking through the clouds with hideous clap? + Those ayrie feather’d arrowes in the darke + That stray, why do they spare their cursed marke? + + At nil trisulcis Acroceraunia + Dejecta flammis, nil Rhodopes jugum, + Quassæve peccavêre Cautes + Aemathiæ, risi forté dirum + Inominatis marmora partubus + Fudêre monstrum: rumpite, rumpite + Monteisque, facundasque Regum + Fulmina præcipitate rupeis. + + _Acroceraunia_ with his three-fork’d flame. + And that huge Hill the Thracian Queen gave name, + _Æmathia’s_ craggy trembling rocks may passe + Guiltlesse; they have not sin’d at all, alasse! + Unlesse their Marble, with a prodigious birth, + This direfull Monster teem’d, t’infest the earth: + Breake then the mountaines, break yee lightnings, + Throw headlong downe ye fruitfull rocks of Kings. + + Exspiret auras; occidat, occidat + Funestus, execrabilis, efferus + Sector; crematuramque taxum + Ipse super cumulumque regni + Summum cadaver fumet, & aëra + Cælumque diro liberet halitu + Fatale monstrum, dissidentûm + Ludibrium Furiarum, & Orci. + + May hee exspire! oh may the murth’rer fall! + Most execrable, cruell, tragicall! + Upon his kingdom’s pile, and flaming yew + Let his high carkasse blaze; the ayre anew + May th’ monster purge from his infectious breath, + The mocke of wrangling furyes, and of death. + + Perrumpe tractus impenetrabileis + Ignava tellus, desuper arduâ + Volvente saxorum ruinâ: + Quam pelagus super, & refusis + Bis terque Nereus Syrtibus insonet. + Audimur. Ingens sidera verberat, + Spumamque, limumque, & rapaceis + Oceanus glomeravit undas: + + Oh breake your entrayles, sluggish earth, and downe + Let the high ruins of the rocks be throwne; + ’Gainst which the waves o’th’raging Sea may rore + And _Nereus_ with his Quicksands Boyling o’re: + Wee’re heard. The climbing surges strike the stars + And the big Ocean all her strength prepares; + Her foame, and slimy mud sh’hath heap’d together + Devouring waves toss’d with the worst of weather: + + Jam nutat æther, jam barathrum propé, + Vastisque campi dissidiis hiant: + Jam fractus illabetur orbis + Sacrilego capiti. i, profunda + Inexpiato pollue Tartara + Tyranni leto: solus & igneum + Insume Cocytum, & frementem + Sulphureis Acheronta ripis. + + The firmament doth shake, & Hell so neere + Through the earths large chinks, which gapeth doth appear: + The shatt’red world now falls on’s impious head, + Goe, Tyrant with thy death unpardoned, + Even Hell it selfe pollute, possesse, alone, + _Cocytus_, and sulphureous _Acheron_. + + + + + Ex sacro Salomonis Epithalamio. + + Fulcite me floribus, &c. + + Adiuro vos, filiæ Jerusalem, ne suscitetis, &c. + Ecce iste venit, saliens in montibus, transiliens colles, &c. + + ODE 25. LIB. 2. + + Out of _Solomons_ sacred Marriage Song, Cant. 2. + + _Stay me with flagons, &c._ + _I charge O yee daughters of _Jerusalem_, that yee stirre + not up, nor wake, &c._ + _Behold hee commeth leaping upon the Mountaines &c._ + + ODE 25. LIB. 2. + + Me stipate rosariis, + Me fulcite crocis, me violariis, + Me vallate Cydoniis, + Me canis, sociæ, spargite liliis: + Nam visi mora Numinis + Mî sacris animam torret in ignibus. + Vos ô, vos ego filiæ + Cælestis Solymæ; vos Galaditides, + Vos ô per capreas ego + Errantesq; jugis hinnuleos precor, + Antiqui genus Isaci, + Quæ saltus Libani, quæ viridem vago + Carmelum pede visitis, + Nymphæ nobilium gloria montium: + + Stay mee with saffron, underneath me set + Full banks of Roses, beds of violet; + Refresh mee with the choicest fruit, and spread + The whitest Lillies round about my head: + For the delay of the seene-pow’re divine + In sacred flames, consumes this breast of mine. + Yee Daughters of that holy Citie, yee! + Yee Sisters! I, ’tis I, that humbly pray! + O, I, intreat you, by each Hind, and Roe, + That straying o’re the tops of Hills doe goe, + Yee stock of ancient _Isaac_, yee that move + With nimble foot through _Lebanus_ sweet grove, + O’re _Carmels_ fragrant top! yee Nymphs so faire + The glory of the noble Hills that are, + + Ne vexate tenacibus + Acclinem violis: neu strepitu pedum, + Neu plausæ sonitu manus + Pacem solliciti rumpite somnii: + Donec sponsa suo leves + Somnos ex oculis pollice terserit: + Donec Lucifer aureus + Rerum paciferum ruperit otium. + + Molest not my beloved with your cryes, + Amongst the twining Violets that lyes: + Doe not with claps of hands, or noise of feet, + Awake her, from her carefull slumbers yet: + Untill my Spouse, of her owne selfe, shall rise + And wipe away the soft sleep, from her eyes; + Untill the golden day-starre shall release + All things from silent rest, and gentle peace. + + Summis ecce venit jugis + Formosæ soboles matris, & unica + Formosi soboles patris: + Silvarumq; super colla comantium, + Et intonsum Libani caput, + Magnorumq; salit terga cacuminum, ac + Proceras nemorum domos + Prono transiliens præterit impetu: + Veloci similis capræ + Qua visis humili in valle leonibus, + Per prærupta, per ardua + Sublimi volucris fertur anhelitu. + + Behold from tops of yonder hills doth come + The blessed off-spring of’s faire mothers womb, + The only issue of’s bright father too, + On the thick tops o’th’ groves doth leaping goe, + The unshorne head of _Lebanus_ so hye + Hee leaps, and the great backs of Mountaines by, + The stately dwellings of the woods hee skips, + And down again with nimble foot hee trips: + Like to a frighted, and swift running Roe. + Beholding Lions in a vale below, + With an amazed haste, and deep fetch’d breath + Through uncouth places runs t’escape his death. + + + + + Ad Egnatium Nollium. + + Æquo semper rectoq; animo, adversus fortunæ inconstantiam + standum esse. + + _Ode 4. Lib. 3._ + + To _Egnatius Nollius_. + + _That we ought to be of an even and upright mind, against + the inconstancy of fortune._ + + _Ode 4. Lib. 3._ + + Sive te molli vehet aura vento, + Sive non planis agitabit undis, + Vince Fortunam, dubiasque _Nolli_, + Lude per artes. + Riserit? vultum generosus aufer. + Fleverit? dulci refer ora risu: + Solus, & semper tum esse quovis + Disce tumultu. + Ipse te clausus modereris urbem + Consul aut Cæsar; quoties minantûm + Turba fatorum quatient serenam + Pectoris arcem. + + Art thou blow’n on, with gentle gale, + Or in rough waters forc’d to sayle? + Still conquer Fortune, make but sports + Of her, and her uncertain Arts. + Laughs shee? turne bravely away thy face. + Weeps shee? bring’t back, with smiling grace: + When shee’s most busie, be thou than + Retyr’d, and alwayes thine own man. + Thus close shut up, thine owne free state + Thou best mayst rule, chiefe Magistrate; + When the fierce Fates shall most molest, + The serene palace of thy brest. + + Cum leves visent tua tecta casus, + Lætus occurres: præeunte luctu + Faustitas & pax subeunt eosdem + Sæpe Penates. + Dextra sors omnis gerit hoc sinistrum, + Quòd facit molleis: habet hoc sinistra + Prosperum, quem nunc ferit, imminenteis + Durat in ictus. + Ille qui longus fuit, esse magnus + Desinit mœror, facilem ferendo + Finge Fortunam; levis esse longo + Discit ab usu. + + When light mischance, thy fort, or thee + Shall visit; meet it merrily: + Good luck, and peace, in that house stay + Where mourning, first, hath led the way. + In dext’rous chance, this hurt we see, + It makes us soft: Extremity-- + This, prosperous hath, wheresoe’re it hits, + It hardens, and for danger fits. + The griefe that hath been of such length, + Doth ’bate its violence and strength. + By bearing much, make fortune frees + Shee learnes, by custome, light to be. + + + + + Ad Marcum Silicernium. + + Veras esse divitias, quæ à bonis animi petuntur. + + _Ode 6. Lib. 3._ + + Nunquam præcipiti credulus aleæ + Cum Fatis avidas composui manus, + Ut mecum taciti fœdere prælii + Aequâ pace quiescerent. + Quid Fortuna ferat crastina, nesciam, + Hæres ipse neci. Quas dedit, auferet, + Non avellet opes, quæ procul extime + Semotæ spatio jacent. + Quæ possunt adimi, non mea credidi; + Nunquam pauperior, si mens integer. + Regnum, _Marce_, mei si benè de meis + Vectigalia censibus-- + Intra me numerem. Pars animi latet + Ingens, divitibus lætior Indiis, + Quo non ter spatio longiùs annuo + Itur navibus, aut equis. + Sed mens assiduum visitur in diem + Hospes sæpe sui; non ebur, aut novas + Mercatura dapes, ipsa sui satis + Dives, si sibi cernitur. + + + To Marcus Silicernius. + + _That those are the true riches which are fetch’d + from the goods of the mind._ + + _Ode 6. lib. 3._ + + A rash believer of their ticklish play, + With Fates, I ne’re joyn’d greedy hands in hast. + From the strict course of private jarres, that they + With mee, in such an equall peace should rest. + I know not what to morrow’s fortune brings + Heire to my selfe alone. The wealth she gave + Lyes in my outmost roomes, ’mongst worst of things; + Which, without force, she may for taking have. + Things can be ta’ne away, I ne’re thought mine; + Not poorer I, if mine owne selfe compleat. + I kingdome, _Marcus_, of my selfe I find + If the great custome of mine owne estate-- + Within me I could in just numbers cast. + A great part of my mind lyes close, more wide + Then the rich Indyes are, to which at most + But thrice a yeare, we can but sayle or ride. + But my rich mind, oft to it selfe a guest, + By its owne selfe is daily visited; + Not ’bout to buy Toyes for a roome, or feast, + If of its selfe it’s seen, it’s richly fed. + + + + + _Ad Aurelium Fuscum._ + + Omnia humana Caduca, incertaque esse. + + _Ode 12. Lib. 3._ + + Si primum vacuis demere corticem + Rebus. _Fusce_, velis, cetera diffluunt + Vernæ more nivis, quæ modò nubium + Leni tabuit halitu. + Formosis reseces fortia; displicent. + Externis trahimur; si malè Dardanis + Respondens Helenæ pectus amoribus + Famosus videat Paris; + Nusquam per medii prælia Nerei + Ventorumque minas splendida deferat + Graii furta thori sed benè mutuo + Rerum consuluit jugo + Naturæ Dominus, quòd niveis nigra, + Lætis occuluit tristia. Qui bona + Rerum de vario deliget agmine, + Consulto sapiet Deo. + + + To _Aurelius Fuscus_. + + _That all humane things are fraile and uncertaine._ + + Ode 12. Lib. 3. + + If the first barke, _Fuscus_, thou would’st but pare + From empty things, the rest will flow, + And vanish quite like vernal snow; + Which melts away, with the mild breath o’th’ ayre. + Valour from beauty sever’d, slowly moves. + Meere outsides please: had _Paris_ seene + Faire _Helens_ heart, how foule ’t had beene, + How ill requiting to the _Trojan_ Loves, + Ne’re, through the midst of _Nereus_ broyles, had hee + Or the winds anger, borne away + O’th’ Grecian bed that beauteous prey. + But Nature’s Lord, the mutuall yoke, we see, + Of things hath ord’red well, that black with white, + Sad things with joyfull cov’red lye. + And from this various mixture, hee + The best would choose, from Heav’n must learne the right. + + + + + _Ad Cæsarem Pausilipium._ + + Regnum sapientis. + + _Ode 3. Lib. 4._ + + To Cæsar Pausilipius. + + _The kingdome of a wise man._ + + _Ode 3. Lib. 4._ + + Latè minaces horruimus Lethi + Regnare Thracas. Latius imperat, + Qui solus, exemptusque vulgo + Certa sui tenet arma voti. + Imbelle pectus parce fidelibus + Munire parmis; neu latus aspero + Lorica cinctu, neu decorum + Arcus amet pharetraque collum. + + The large-commanding Thracians wee + Have fear’d. More large command hath hee, + Who all alone himselfe retyres, + And keepes sure guard o’re his desires. + Thy unwarlike breast, with shield of proofe + Forbeare to fortifie; throw off + From thy unpractic’d sides the shirt + Of Mayle, so hard about thee girt. + Let not the Quiver and the bow + Such homage to thy soft neck doe. + + An Cimber, an te lectus ab ultimis + Pictus Britannis ambiat, an Geta, + Nil allabores; ipse miles, + Ipse tibi pugil, ipse Ductor. + Exile regnum, _Pausilipi_, sumus: + Sed se obsequentem qui sibi subdidit, + Hic grande fecit, si suasmet + Ipse roget peragatque leges. + + Whether’t bee _Dane_, or _Pict_, ta’ne out + From farthest _Brittaine_, hems th’about + Or _Goth_, ne’re labour much to know + Thine owne Commander, Champion too. + Wee are--’tis true a kingdome small; + But, _Pausilipius_, hee that shall + His flatt’ring selfe, t’ himselfe subdue, + A businesse great doth undergoe; + If his owne lawes hee can perswade, + And doth performe them being made, + + Armata Regem non faciet cohors, + Non tincta vulgi purpura sanguine, + Aut nobili stellatus auro + Frontis apex, teretique gemmâ. + Rex est, profanos qui domuit metus: + Qui cùm stat unus, castra sibi facit; + Casumq; fortunamque pulchro + Provocat assiduus duello. + + An host, makes no Kings title good, + Nor Robes deepe dy’d in peoples blood. + A high brow set with starrs of gold, + Or Jems more glorious to behold. + Hee who hath tam’d all coward feares, + And his owne Guard himselfe prepares, + Who practic’d, in faire combate, first + Dares Chance and Fortune do their worst; + + Non ille vultum fingit ad improbi + Decreta vulgi, non popularia + Theatra, non illum trophæa, + Non volucri movet aura plausu. + Beatus, à quo non humilem gravis + Fortuna vocem, non tumidam levis + Expressit umquam curiosis + Dum tacitus premit ora fatis. + + That man’s a King. Hee doth not faine + His lookes to th’ votes o’th’ vulgar straine, + The popular stage, and publike showes + Ne’re moves him, nor the ayre that blowes + With swift applause; Hee’s blest whose sprite + Fall Fortune sad, or fall she light, + Hath ne’re exprest, to th’standers by, + A low complaint, or haughty cry; + But, lest the curious Fates displease-- + Hee should, holds modestly his peace. + + Ad prima si quis vulnera non gemit, + Solo peregit bella silentio: + Celare qui novit sinistros, + Ille potest benè ferre casus. + Ille, & caducis se licet undi; + Suspendat auris pontus, & in caput + Unius & flammas, & undam, & + Vertat agens maria omnia Auster, + Rerum ruinas, mentis ab arduà + Sublimis aulà, non sine gaudio + Spectabit, & latè ruenti + Subjiciens sua collo cælo + + At’s first wounds, who nor grones, nor quakes, + A Conquest with his silence makes: + Hee that mischance knowes how to hide, + The worst of ills, can best abide. + Hee, though the Sea should every where + Hang up its waves i’th’ flitting ayre; + And the rough winds on him, should presse + Flames mix’d with billowes, nay whole Seas, + From the high Court of’s lofty mind + I’th’ midst o’th’ ruine, sport can find; + Sets to his neck to th’ falling skye, + + Mundum decoro vulnere fulciet; + Interq; cæli fragmina, lugubre + Telluris insistet sepulchrum, ac + Incolumis morientis ævi + Heres, ab alto prospiciet, magis + Hæc magnæ quam sint quæ pedibus premit, + Quàm quæ relinquet; jam tum Olympi + Non dubius moriturus hospes. + + And props the world most valiantly: + To the now gasping Age safe heyre, + Leans on the Earth’s sad sepulchre, + Whence, ’midst the fragments of the skye, + Hee sees most clearly from on hye, + How much more great those things appeare, + Hee treads on, then indeed they are, + Being then prepar’d, and ready drest + To dye _Olympus_ certaine guest. + + Quò cùm volentem fata reduxerint, + Nil interest, an morbus, an hosticus + Impellat ensis, quò supremum + Urget itur. Semel advehemur + Quam navigamus semper in insulam + Seu lata magnis stravimus æquora + Regis carinis; seu Quirites, + Exiguâ vehimur phaselo. + Illo beatum margine me meus + Exponat asser. Cur ego sistere + Aeterno reformidens quietus + Littore, si peritura linquam? + + Where, when by th’ Fates hee’s gladly brought, + Whether disease, it matter’s not, + Or enemies sword, doth thrust him on, + When his last journey he must run. + To th’ Port wee are but once brought in + To which w’have alwayes sayling bin: + Whether, as mighty Princes, wee + In gallant ships have spread the Sea; + Or, as the common sort of men, + In smaller Barks, have carryed been. + May my poore bottome to that brinke + Mee happy bring; why should I shrinke-- + Safe on th’Aeternall shore to stand, + If with such trash I can shake hand? + + + + + _Ad Q. Delliam._ + + Non tam populari exemplo, quâm potius rationis ductu + vitam esse instituendam. + + _Ode 10. Lib. 4._ + + To Q. Dellius. + + _That our life ought not to bee instituted so much by + popular example, as by the guiding of reason._ + + _Ode 10. Lib. 4._ + + Delli, si populo duce + Vita degenerem carpimus orbitam, + Erramus, procul arduis + Virtus se nimium seposuit jugis. + Illuc quò via tritior, + Hoc est certa minùs. Longus inutili + Error nectitur ordine: + Et mores populum, non ratio trahit. + + Wee erre (my _Dellius_) if wee take + That baser path of life, the people make; + In highest and remotest Hills + Vertue sequesters up her selfe, and dwells. + There where the way more beaten lyes, + Lesse certaine, and more slipp’ry alwayes ’tis. + From fruitlesse order, errours grow; + Custome, not reason, drawes the people now. + + Casu vivitur, & viam + Non metam premimus, quà præeuntium + Per vestigia civium + Insanæ strepitus plebis, & improbæ + Voces invidiæ vocant. + Exemplis trahimur & trahimus retrò, + Soli nemo sibi est malus, + Nulli vita sua est: dum vaga postero + Tubam turba premit gradu, + Sunt primi exitio sæpè sequentibus. + + Men live by Chance, our time we spend + I’th’ way, like Truants, and forget the end, + Where ’mid’st the throng of passers by, + The noyse of the mad rout, the hatefull cry + Of envy, calls, wee’re drawne amaine + B’example; others wee draw back againe; + No man is ill to himselfe alone, + Nor no mans life is onely call’d his owne. + Whil’st that the rambling rout treads o’re + With after steps, the heeles of them before, + They that goe formost are design’d + A mischiefe oft to those that come behind. + + Me Parnassus & integer + Plebeiis Helicon cætibus eripit + Sublimem; undè vagantium + Errores animorum, & malè desidis + Vulgi damna patent. juvat + Ex alto intrepidum colle jacentià + Despectare pericula, & + Cantum non propriis vivere casibus. + + _Pernassus_, and chaste _Helicon_ + Sublimes and takes mee from the vulgar throng: + From whence, the false mistakes I view + And wandring mindes of the too slothfull crew; + And from on hye I fearelesse see, + With sport, the dangers that below me lye; + Thus warily with joy I live, + And by, other mens mischances I can thrive. + + + + + _Ad Sigismundum Lætum._ + + Gloriæ inanis despicientiam & silentium commendat. + + Ode 11. l. 4. + + To Sigismundus Lætus. + + _Hee Commends the despising of vaine-glory, and silence._ + + Od. 11. Lib. 4. + + Læte, quid cassis sequimur fugacem + Gloriam telis? fugit illa Mauri + More, vel Parthi, regeritque ab ipso + Vulnera tergo. + Hospes unius negat esse tecti + Garrulus vulgi favor: hîc inani + Aure rumores legit, inde veris + Falsa remiscet. + + Why fleeting glory follow wee, + _Lætus_, with weapons all in vaine? + When like a Moore, or Parthian, shee + Flyes at her backe with wounded Trayne. + The Talking-peoples love, denyes + Under one roofe a guest to fix: + With’s empty care, one takes up lyes, + And them with truths, doth subt’ly mix, + + Hîc velut nidum positurus hæsit, + Mox ubi vano vacuum tumultu + Pectus illusit, tacitis in altum + Subsilit alis, + Vera laus sciri fugit. ipse pulcher + Se suâ Titan prohibet videri + Luce: qui totus potuit latere, + Major habetur. + + Another sticks, and thinkes to build + His nest: but when he plainly sees + His empty breast with noise beguild, + Aloft with silent wings, hee flees. + True praise would not be knowne; the Sun + Forbids from being seen below + By his own light: and hee that can + Ecclipse himselfe, doth brighter show. + + Qui premit sacram taciturnitate + Pectoris gazam; benè non silenti + Tutus in vulgo benè suspicaci + Regnat in aulâ. + Præterit mutas benè cymba ripas; + Quæ simul raucis strepuêre saxis, + In latus cautam sapiens memento + Avertere proram. + + Hee that in silence, of his mind + The sacred Treasury containes; + Safety i’th’ vulgar noyse doth find: + In’s doubtfull Court, and wisely raignes. + Still banks thy Pinnace well may passe. + But when with hoarse rocks they do roare, + Remember wisely to forecast + And turn’t aside with wary Oare. + + + + + _Ad Ianum Libinium._ + + Solitudinem suam excusat. + + _Ode 12. Lib 4._ + + To Ianus Libinius. + + _Hee excuses his retyrednesse._ + + _Ode 12. Lib. 4._ + + Quid me latentem sub tenui lare + Dudum moretur, cùm mihi civium + Amica certatim patescant + Atria, sæpe rogas _Libini_. + Me plenus, extra quid cupiam? meo + In memet ipsum clausus ab ostio, + In se recedentis reviso + Scenam animi vacuumq; relustro + Vitæ theatrum, sollicitus mei + Spectator, an quæ fabula prodii + Matura procedam, & supremo + Numinis excipienda plausu. + Omnes recenset numen, & approbat + Vel culpat actus: quo mea judice + Si scena non levè peracta est, + Sim populo sine teste felix. + + What ’tis detaines me here, and why-- + I hide my selfe from every eye. + How in so poore a house I spend + My houres, y’have often ask’d me, friend; + When the free Courts of free-borne men, + Fall out, which first shall let me in. + I enjoy my selfe, what need I more? + Of every sense I lock the dore; + And close shut up, a taske I find + In the retyring house o’th’ mind: + The Theatre of my life I view + My owne spectator and iudge too-- + Whether the tale I first begun + In well digested Acts I’ue spun; + In every scene, if every clause + Goes neatly off, with heav’ns applause: + Each Action scan’d, is there set free + Or sentenc’d by authoritie-- + If there, with _well Done_ I escape, + I’me blest without the peoples clap. + + Odi loquacis compita gloriæ + Plebeia: quam cùm fama faventibus + Evexit auris, sæpe misso + Invidiæ stimulata telo, + Aut invidentûm territa vocibus, + Parùm obstinatis & malè fortibus + Dimittit alis. Illa nudam + Plangit humum, lacerosq; saxis + Affligit artus. Me meliùs tegat + Privata virtus, & popularia + Numquam volaturum per ora + Celet iners sine laude tectum. + Semota laudem si meruit, vetat + Audire virtus. tutiùs invidi + Longinqua miramur: propinquis + Lævus amat comes ire Livor. + + I hate the common road of praise, + Or what the gaping vulgar raise, + Which with a pleasant gale a while + Fame hurries, but doth soone beguile: + Now Envie’s sting it feeles, ere long + Th’Artillery of some spightfull tongue: + Thus chac’d, with weak’ned wings it dyes; + Or torne, on the bare ground it lyes. + A private fame, a meane house, where + I live conceal’d from popular ayre, + Best fits my mind, and shelters me: + Vertue t’her owne praise deafe should be. + Our emulation, things a farre off command, + But Envy haunts things that are neere at hand. + + + + + _Ad Cæsarem Pausilippium._ + + Adversa constanti animo ferenda esse. + + _Ode 13. Lib. 4._ + + Si quæ flent mala lugubres + Auferrent oculi, Sidoniisego + Mercarer benè lacrymas + Gemmis, aut teretum merce monilium, + At ceu rore seges viret, + Sic crescunt riguis tristia fletibus. + Urget lacryma lacrymam; + Fecundusq; sui se numerat Dolor. + Quem fortuna semel virum + Udo degenerem lumine viderit, + Illum sæpè ferit; mala + Terrentur tacito fatæ silentio. + Ne te, ne tua fleveris + Quæ tu, care, vocas, _Pausilipi_, mala, + Quam pellunt lacrymæ, fovent + Sortem: dura negant cedere mollibus. + Siccas si videat genas, + Duræ cedet hebes sors patientiæ. + + + To Cæsar Pausilippius. + + _That adversity is to bee endured with a constant mind._ + + Ode 13. l. 4. + + If mournfull eyes could but prevent + The evils they so much lament + Sidonian Pearles, or Gems more rare, + Would be too cheap for ev’ry teare. + But moyst’ned woes grow fresh, and new, + As Come besprinkled with the dew. + Teare followes teare, and fruitfull griefe + Hath from it selfe, its owne reliefe. + The man whom Fortune doth espy + With drooping spirit, and moyst’ned eye, + Shee, often strikes; ill Fate, amaine + Runs Scarr’d no notice being ta’ne. + Bewayle not then thy selfe, deare friend, + Or evills that on thee attend; + What they expell, teares cherish oft; + Hard things deny to yeild to soft. + Mischance is conquered, when she spies + A valiant patience with dry eyes. + + + + + _Ad Crispum Lævinium._ + + Rogatus cur sæpè per viam caneret, respondet. + + _Ode 44. Lib 4._ + + To Crispus Lævinius. + + _Being asked why hee sung so often as hee travailed, + hee answers._ + + _Ode 44. Lib. 4._ + + Cum meam nullis humeros onustus + Sarcinis tecum patriam reviso + Lætus, & parvo mihi cumque dives + Canto viator. + Tu siles mœstùm: tibi cura Musas + Demit, & multi grave pondus auri. + Quæque te quondam male fida rerum + Turba relinquet. + Dives est qui nil habet; illa tantùm + Quæ potest certâ retinere dextrâ, + Seque fert secum vaga quò, migrare + Jussit egestas. + + As cheerefully I walke with thee, + My shoulders from all burdens free. + Our native soyle again to see + Rich to my selfe I sing, + Whil’st care strikes thee, and thy Muse dumb, + The heavy weight of thy vast summe, + Or what estate in time to come + The faithlesse rout may bring. + Hee’s rich that nothing hath; Hee that + In’s certaine hand holds his estate, + That makes himselfe his constant mate + Where need commands him go; + + Quid mihi, qui nil cupiam, deesse + Possit? umbro si placet una _Pindi_ + Vallis: ô sacrum nemus, ô jocosa + Rura Camœna! + Quæ meos poscet via cunq; gressus, + Delphici mecum, mea regna, colles + Itis, & fessum comitante circum- + Sistitis umbrâ. + Me Gothus sævis religet catenis, + Me Scythes captum rapiat; solutâ + Mente, vobiscum potero tremendos + Visere Reges. + + What can I want, that nought desire? + Then _Pindus_ vale, I reach no higher: + O sacred Grove! O pleasant quire + In those coole shades below! + What paths soe’re my steps invite + Ye Delphian hills, my sole delight + Doe goe with mee; in weary plight, + And veyle me with good grace. + Let th’_Goth_ his strongest chaines prepare, + The _Scythian_ hence mee captive teare, + My mind being free with you, I’le stare + The Tyrants in the face. + + + + + _Ad Munatium._ + + Nihil in rebus humanis non tædio plenum esse. + + _Ode 15. Lib. 4._ + + To Munatius. + + _That nothing in humane affaires is not full of tediousnesse._ + + Ode 15. l. 4. + + Nil est, _Munati_, nil, iterùm canam, + Mortale, nil est, immedicabilis + Immune tædî. Clarus olim + Sol proavis atavisque nobis, + Parùm salubris, nec maculâ reus + Damnatur unâ; quicquid in arduo + Immortale mortales _Olympo_ + Vidimus, invidiæ caducâ + Fuscamus umbrâ. non placet incolis + Qui Sol avitis exoritur jugis; + Aut prisca quæ dudum paternam + Luna ferit radiis fenestram. + + Nothing _Munatius_, nothing I sing’t againe, + That’s mortall, nothing from th’uncured paine + Of tediousnesse is free. The Sun + Which bright to our forefathers shone + To us, but little healthfull, doth appeare, + And though not guilty of one spott, not cleare: + Whatsoe’re immortall thing we see + In high _Olympus_, silly wee + Doe over-cast with Envy’s shade; here one + From his owne native Hills the rising Sun. + Disclaimes; or th’ancient Moone, that strikes + Her beames through’s fathers glasse, dislikes. + + Cælo quotannis, & patriis leves + Migramus arvis; hunc tepidæ vocant + Brumæ Batavorum, huic aprici + Ausoniæ placuêre soles. + Frustrà; fideles si dominum retrò + Morbi sequuntur, nec tacitus Dolor + Absistit, aut Veiente curru, + Aut Venetâ comes ire cymbâ. + + Each yeare we change our ayre, and soyle, so light; + Him, _Hollands_ warmer Climate doth invite: + Another differs, and doth cry + _Ausonia_’s clearer Suns please mee. + In vaine all this, if faithfull sicknesses + Wait close behind; if secret griefes ne’re cease, + All’s one, whether in Chariot + Thou goest, or in Venetian boat. + + Tandemque nobis exulibus placent + Relicta; certam cui posuit domum + Virtus, huic nunquam paternæ + Fumus erit lacrymosus aulæ. + Virtus agresti dives in otio + Sese ipsa claudit finibus in suis + Plerumque, & insonti quietum + In paleâ solium reclinat. + + Poore exiles! then, things left doe please us most, + Who a sure building can from vertue boast, + To him the smoke of’s father’s Hall + Doth never hurt his eyes at all. + Vertue oft-times, rich in a rustick ease + Confines her selfe to her owne private blisse; + And in the guiltlesse straw, her throne + With great delight can leane upon. + + + + + Ad Iesum Opt. Max. + + Ex sacro Salomonis Epithalamio. + + _Indica mihi quem diligit anima mea, ubi pascas, + ubi cubes in meridie._ + + Ode 19. Lib. 4. + + Dicebas abiens: Sponsa vale; simul + Vicisti liquidis nubila passibus. + Longam ducis, Jesu, + In desideriis moram. + Ardet iam medio summa dies polo, + Jam parcit segeti messor, & algidas + Pastor cum grege valleis, + Et picta volucres petunt. + At te quæ tacitis destinet otiis + O Jesu regio? quis mihi te locus + Cæcis invidet umbris, + Aut spissâ nemorum coma? + Scirem quo jaceas cespite languidus, + Quis ventus gracili præflet anhelitu, + Quis rivus tibi grato + Somnum prætereat sono; + Ah! nè te nimio murmure suscitent + Nostræ diluerent flumina lacrymæ, + Et suspiria crudis + Miscerentur Etesiis. + + + Out of _Solomon_’s sacred Marriage Song. + + CHAP. 1. 7. + _Tell mee (ô thou whom my soule loveth) where thou feedest, + where thou makest thy flocks to rest at noone, &c._ + παραφραστικῶς + + Od. 19. Lib. 4. + + Thou said’st, farewell my Spouse, & went’st away + More fleet then Clouds with liquid paces stray: + Oh what a longing, Jesu thus + With thy delay thou mak’st in us? + ’Tis now high noone, the scorching Sun doth burne + I’th’ mid’st o’th’ pole, the mower spares the corne, + The Shepheard, with his flocks, is glad-- + And painted birds, to seeke coole shade. + But Jesu! where art thou? what region’s blest + By holding thee so long in silent rest? + What darksome shade denyes my love? + Or with thick boughs what shady Grove? + Knew I on what green Turfe thou dost repose + Thy fainting limbs; what wind with soft breath blowes’ + What streame, with bubling, passing by + Disturbs thy sleep, or wakens thee; + Oh! lest the too much noise should raise thee, I + Would let fall streams of teares should qualifie; + My warmer sighes thou mix’d should’st find + With the cold blasts o’th’Easterne wind. + + + + + _Ex sacro Salomonis Epithalamio._ + + En dilectus meus loquitur mihi: Surge, propera amica mea, + columba mea, formosa mea, & veni. Iam enim hiems transiit, + imber abiit & recessit. &c. + + _Ode 21. Lib. 4._ + + Out of _Salomon_’s sacred marriage song. + + _My beloved spake and said unto mee, rise up my love, + my Dove, my faire one, and come away; for loe the winter + is past, the raine is over and gone: the flowers appeare + on the earth, the time of singing of birds is come, + and the voice of the Turtle is heard in our Land. + The fig tree putteth forth, &c._ + + _Ode 21. Lib. 4._ + + Fallor? an Elysii lævâ de parte Sereni + Me mea vita vocat! + Surge soror, pulchris innectito lora columbis; + Pulchrior ipsa super + Scande rotas, Libaniq; levem de vertice currum, + Has, age flecte domos. + Ad tua decidu fugiunt vestigia nimbi, + Turbidus imber abiît: + Ipsa sub innocuis mitescunt fulmina plantis, + Ipsa virescit hiems. + + Do I mistake? or from Elyzium cleare + My life’s call doe I heare? + Sister arise, and harnesse thy sweet paire + Of Doves, thy selfe more faire; + Mount and drive hither, here let thy Chariot stop, + From _Libanus_ hye top; + At thy approach the falling showres doe fly, + Tempestuous stormes passe by, + The lightning’s quench’d under thy harmlesse feet, + Winter turnes Spring to see’t. + + Interea sacris aperit se scena viretis + Sub pedibusq; tibi + Altera floret humus, alterq; vagantia lætus + Sidera pascit ager. + Hic etiam trepidi pendent è rupibus hædi, + Præcipitesq; capræ; + Hinnuleique suis, passim dum flumina tranant, + Luxuriantur aquis. + + While in the sacred Green, a bow’re we see + Doth spread it selfe for thee. + The Earth new Turff’s it selfe for thee to tread, + The straying starrs fresh fields make glad. + Here with their dams, of Kids th’amazed flocks + Hang on steep sides of Rocks; + Here as they swim, the wanton Hinds do play + In the coole streames all day. + + It Leo cum Pardo viridis de colle Saniri + Mitis uterque regi, + Cumque suo passim ludunt in montibus agno + Exsuperantque juga. + Plurimus hos circum tacito pede labitur amnis, + Pumicibusque cavis + Per violas lapsæ per declives hyacinthos, + Exspatiantur aquæ. + + The Lion with the Libard downe is l’ed + Tame and well governed; + Each with his Lamb about the Mountaines skip, + O’re Hills they lightly trip. + By these a spacious brooke doth slowly glide, + Which with a spreading tyde + Through bending Lilyes, banks of Violets + From th’hollow Pumice sweats. + + Lenè fluunt rivi, muscosis lenè susurrus + Murmurat è scopulis. + In vitrio pisces saliunt hilares crystallo, + Dulcè queruntur aves. + Nec verò, si mœsta placent saletia cælo + Flebile murmur abest: + Nam sibi dum vestro regemunt ex orbe palumbes, + Huc sonus ille venit. + Sic dum se viduo solatur Carmine turtur, + Gaudia nostra placent. + + The rivers gently flow, and a still sound + From mossie Rocks doth bound. + The sporting fish dance in the christall Mayne, + The Birds sweetly complaine, + The ayre, if dolefull comforts please, doth ring + With mournfull murmuring. + For when the Doves eccho each others cry + That sound doth hither fly. + As they with widowed notes themselves do please, + Just so, our joyes increase. + + Cetera non desunt, pronis vindemia pendet + Officiosa botris, + Hîc etiam vulgò violas, albentia vulgó + Ungue ligustra leges: + Ipsa tibi, leti succos oblita priores, + Mitia poma cadent: + Ipsæ maturâ labentur ab arbore ficus, + Percutientq; sinum. + Intereà falcem vindemia nescit, aratrum + Saucia nescit humus. + Ipsæ sponte virent segetes, innoxius ipse + Messibus albet ager. + Præbent Hospitium platani: præbet formosos + Graminis herba toros. + + No want appeares; th’officious Vine doth stand + With bending clusters to our hand. + Here, thou shalt pick sweet Violets, and there + Fresh Lillyes all the yeare: + The Apple ripe drops from its stalke to thee, + From tast of death made free. + The luscious fruit from the full Figtree shall + Into thy bosome fall. + Meane while, the Vine no pruning knife doth know, + The wounded earth no plow. + The Corne growes green alone, and th’unhurt land + Doth white with harvest stand. + The grasse affords a stately bed, the Plane + Spreads thee to entertaine. + + Cædua Pãchæos sudant opobalsama nimbos; + Et genialis odor + Aspirat quoties, nutantibus hinc atque illinc + Ingruit aura comit. + Surge; quid indignos ducis per tædia soles? + Surge, age, cara soror. + Ecce tuis ipsæ iam circum fræna columbæ + Ingemuêre moris. + Huc age, formosas formosior ipsa columbas + Hospita flecte furor. + + Arabian mists sweat from the gummy tree + Of Balme, and all for thee; + Which through the ayre, a rich perfume doe throw, + Fann’d with each neighb’ring bough. + Arise my Sister deare, why dost thou stay, + And spend th’unwilling day? + Behold thy harness’d Doves, at thy delay + Doe sigh, come, drive away. + Put on, and hither drive thy beauteous paire + Of Doves, thy selfe more faire. + + + + + _Ad Ianussium Skuminum._ + + Cùm conjugi charissimæ justa persolveret. + παραφραστικῶς. + + _Ode 30. Lib. 4._ + + To _Ianusius Skuminus_. + + _When hee performed the Funerall obsequies of his + most deare Wife._ + παραφραστικῶς. + + Ode 30. Lib. 4. + + Si tibi pollicitum numen, si fata fuissent + Æternos fere conjugis annos; + Jure per assiduos (procerum fortissime) fletus + Ereptam quererêre, _Janussi_. + Quem Pietas quem non moveat non tristibus unquam + Arx animi concussa procellis + Et pudor, & proni niveo de pectore sensus, + Et Regina modestia morum, + Aut bona sedulitas, aut non incauta futuri + Præsagæ solertia montis? + + What though the Gods have promis’d she shall bee + Enfranchis’d to Eternity? + Yet (valiant Sir) so great a losse still cryes + For a just tribute from your eyes; + View but her pious mind, that tow’re of state + Not shaken by sad stownes of Fate, + Her humble innocent soule, her guiltlesse feare, + Her modesty chiefe Regent there; + The prudent thrift of her presaging mind + Her constant zeale, pure and refin’d; + _And who can then forbeare t’embalme her Hearse_ + _With the daily precious dew of teares?_ + + Provida sed longam magnis virtutibus ævum + Non audent promittere fata: + Nec possunt, si quæ maturavére, profanis + Astra diu committere terris. + Nunc adeò parces longis onerare querelis + Depositum repetentia magnum, + Ingentes animi gazas, & robur, & aureo + Incoctum benè pectus honesto. + + Tis not in Fate to promise length of dayes, + To things of such esteeme and praise; + Nor can the starrs suffer so ripe a birth + To be long sullied with dull earth. + Load not the Heavens then with unjust complaints, + For taking back one of their Saints. + The courage of her richly temp’red breast + Made her for them a fitter guest: + Such jewells of her mind sparkle about her + The starres themselves can’t shine without her. + + Sic Tanaquil, sic quæ cunctantem Claudia rexit + Virgineâ cervice Cybellen, + Quæque maritali successit Thessala fato, + Et Latiis vaga Clœlia ripis; + Ante diem raptæ vivunt post funera, vatum + Perpetuos in carmine fastos. + Illa quidẽ non, si surdos ad carmina Manes + Orpheâ testudine vincam, + Eductas adamante fores, & ahenea rumpat + Elysiii pomœria muri, + Reddaturq; tibi. Stat nulli janua voto, + Nullis exorata Poëtis. + + Thus _Tanaquil_; thus _Claudia_’s virgin band + Steer’d the unwilling Barke to land. + Thus shee, that durst her Husbands fate abide, + And _Cloelia_ over _Tiber’s_ tyde; + Too early crop’d, survive in Poesie, + And keepe perpetuall jubilie. + ’Tis not in Art to fetch her back againe, + Or charme the spirits with _Orpheus_ straine, + To breake the bars of Adamant or scale + The Rampiers of th’Elysian wall, + No Orisons prevaile, sent from the breast + Of great _Apollo_’s choisest Priest. + + Sunt tamen exiles insigni in limine rimæ + Quà possint arcana videri, + Hæc ego si nullos fallunt insomnia maneis, + Aut vidi, aut vidisse putavi + Errantem campo in magno, quem gemmea circum + Perspicuis stant mœnia portis: + Auro prata virent; arbor crinitur in aurum; + Crispantur violaria gemmis, + Quæ nec Apellæus liquor, nec pulchra trigoni + Assimulent mendacia vitri. + + Yet in the arched entrance chinks there bee, + Which may befriend the covetous eye; + Through these to th’hidden mysteries I peep, + And (if the spirits nor dream, nor sleep) + I saw, or else me thoughts, I there had seene + Her, wandring o’re a Spacious Greene, + With walls of Diamond, gates of purest glasse, + No Chrystall more transparent was: + Each blade of grasse was gold, each tree was there, + A golden Periwig did weare. + The swelling banks of Violets did curle + Themselves with Gems, and Orient Pearle; + The glorious nothing, of the _Trigon_ glasse-- + And all _Apelles_ Art, which passe. + + Centum ibi formosis in vallibus Heroïnæ + Aeternum Pæana frequentant. + Stant virides campo stellæ, madidisque corusca + Connivent sibi sidera flammis. + Illa inter medias parvo comitata nepote + Et roseo vivacior ore, + Ibat ovans, grandemq; sibi, grandemque nepoti + Nectebat de flore coronam. + Cetera me vetuit magni caligo sereni + Mortali percurrere visu. + Nectu plura velis; satis est, cui fata dederunt + Aeternis mutasse caduca. + + Through the sweet vales a Quire of Damsels sing + Eternall Pæans to their King. + The stars with sparkling light stand round I see, + Twinkling to their shrill melodie. + Her and her tender darling, then I spy, + I’th’ mid’st of that blest company; + With looks more fresh and sweet, then are the Roses + Of which her Garlands shee composes-- + Two flowry Chaplets, which with Gems set round + Her owne and Nephew’s temples crown’d. + But here a veyle was drawne, I must not prie + Nor search too farre with mortall eye, + Nor would you more. It may suffice that shee + Hath chang’d fraile flesh for blest Eternitie. + + + + + _Ad Albertum Turscium._ + + De suis somniis & lyricis. + + _Ode 32. Lib. 4._ + + To _Albertus Turscius_. + + _Of his Dreames, and Lyricks._ + + _Ode 32. Lib. 4._ + + _Tursci_, seu brevior mihi + Seu pernox oculos composuit sopor, + Pennas Somnia lævibus + Affigunt humeris; jamque virentia + Latus prata superuolo, + Quà se cumque novum mollè tumentibus + Campis explicuit nemus, + Herbosæque patet scena superbiæ: + Mox & nubibus altior, + Mistus flumineis ales oloribus; + Vivos despicio lacus, + Et dulci volucrem carmine mentior. + + VVhether a shorter sleep, or whether + A long one (_Turscius_) joyns mine eyes together + In my soft dreames, me thinks, I see + To my light shoulders wings set on, and I + With joy transported, upward soare, + The flowry Meddowes, and the pastures o’re; + Where the greene Grove its coole shade yeilds + To th’stately grasse plotts, and ripe swelling fields: + Straight, ’mid’st the river Swans, up hyer + A winged fowle above the cloudes I’aspire; + The lively Lakes below, I sleight, + And with sweet straines a bird I counterfeit. + + Jam tunc nubila, jam mihi + Blandis dissiliunt fulmina cantibus; + Et quæ plurima circuit + Collum, puniceâ vincior Iride. + Idem jam vigil, & meus, + Non ingrata simul somnia dispuli, + Cùm ter mobilibus lyram + Percussi digitis, immemor & ducis + Nil sectator Horatii, + Sublimis liquidum nitor in aëra; + Et nunc littera, nunc vagas + Siccis trajiciens passibus insulas, + Nil mortale mei gero, & + Jam nil sollicito debeo ponderi. + + See, now me thinkes, the cloudes in throngs + The lightning leaps too, at my ravishing songs; + _Iris_ about my neck hangs round, + And with her divers colour’d bow, I’me bound. + Being now my selfe, and newly wak’d, + My not unwelcome dreames, just now off shak’d; + Thrice o’re my Lute, I scarce had run + With nible finger neat division; + Remembring _Horace_, Thee, my guide, + When my high Genius through th’ayre doth ride; + Now o’re the scatt’red Islands, then + O’re Seas, with dry feet passing back again; + Nothing that’s mortall of mee, now + I beare, and nought to my dull bulke I owe. + + _Tursci_, sæpè tamen mones + Olim ne veteri clarior Icaro + Veris fabula casibus + Mutem Parrhasii nomina Balthiri. + Frustra; nam memor Icari, + Addo stultitiæ consilium brevi: + Nam, seu dormio, me torus; + Seu scribo, stabili sella tenet situ. + + Yet _Turscius_ thou hast often told, + And warn’d mee, lest then _Icarus_ of old + By a true fall indeed, I make + A lowder tale, and change the name o’th’Lake. + In vaine: Remembring Him, I had + A care, and counsell, to my folly, add: + For when I sleep, in bed I lye, + And if I write, my secure chaire holds mee. + + + + + Ad Quintum Tiberinum. + + Ode 34. Lib. 4. + + Divitem numquam, _Tiberine_, dices, + Cuius Eois potiora glebis + Rura, fortunæ sine fæce pulcher + Rivus inaurat; + Quem per insigneis geniale ceras + Stemma claravit; vaga quem per urbes + Quem per & gentes radiante vexit + Gloria curru. + Pauper est, qui se caret; & superbè + Ipse se librans, sua rura latam + Addit in lancem, socioq; fallens + Pondus in auro, + Ceteris parvus, sibi magnus uni, + Ipse se nescit, pretioque falsa + Plebis attollit, propriaq; se mi- + ratur in umbrâ. + Splendidam verâ sine luce gazam, + Turgidum plenâ sine laude nomen + Mitte; te solo, _Tiberine_, disces + Esse beatus. + + + To _Quintus Tiberinus_. + + _Ode 34. Lib. 4._ + + Thou shalt not _Tiberinus_, call + Him rich, whose every Acre shall + Outvie the Easterne glebe, whose field + Faire Fortune’s clearest streame doth gild. + Nor him, whose birth, and pedigree + Is fam’d abroad by’s Heraldrie; + Hee who by fleeting glory’s hurld + In his rich Chariot through the world: + He’s poore that wants himselfe, yet weighs + Proudly himselfe; in this scale layes + His lands, in th’other broad one, by, + The false weight of his gold doth lye, + Great to himselfe, to others small, + That never knowes himselfe at all, + As the false people raise him higher, + Himselfe in’s shadow hee’l admire. + The fairest Gemme without true light, + Without true praise great titles, flight: + Blest _Tiberinus_, and most free + In thy selfe alone thoul’t learne to bee. + + + + + Ad Paulum Coslovium. + + _Ode 35. Lib. 4._ + + To _Paulus Coslovius_. + + _Ode 35. Lib. 4._ + + Iam pridem tepido veris anhelitu + Afflarunt reduces arva Favonii; + Jam se florida vernis + Pingunt prata coloribus: + Stratus frugiferis Vilia puppibus + Grato præter abit rura silentio, + Quamvis proximus omni + Collis personet alite; + Quamvis & viridi pastor ab aggere + Dicat gramineâ carmina fistulâ. + Et qui navita debet + Plenis otia carbasis. + + The Westerne winds, with the warm breath o’th’Spring, + Returne, and o’re our fields their soft gales fling; + The flowry-garnish’d Meadowes by, + With freshest colours painted lye. + The River, which the gainfull ships so throng, + With welcome silence gently glides along, + Although the neighbouring Hill doth ring + With the shrill notes of birds that sing; + Although the Swaine, on the green bank that sits + Old Sonnets with his Oaten Pipe repeats, + Although the Seaman doth not faile + At length to strike his full blowne sayle. + + Æquat Palladiis, _Paulle_, laboribus + Interpone vices. Cras simul aureo + Sol arriserit ore + Summorum juga montium, + Scandemus viridis terga Luciscii, + Quà celsâ tegitur plurimus ilice, + Et se prætereuntûm + Audit murmura fontium. + Illinc è medio tota videbitur + Nobis Vilna jugo; tota videbitur + Quæ Vilnam sinuosis + Ambit Vilia flexibus. + + To thy _Palladian_ labours interpose + Such changes _Paullus_; when the Sun forth showes + And with his golden presence smiles + On the hye tops of highest Hills, + Wee’l mount the back of green _Luciscus_, where + Hee’s thickest set with tallest Okes, and heare + The bubbling noise of streames that flow + From Fountaines that close by him goe. + Thence from the midst o’th’hill all _Vilna_ shall + Our prospect be; our eye shall lower fall-- + On _Vilia_’s cooler streames, that wind, + And with embraces _Vilna_ bind. + + Illinc picta procul quæ radiantibus + Fulgent fana tholis, & geminam super + Despectabimus arcem, + Magni regna Palæmonis. + Ut longo faciles Pacis in otio + Se tollunt populi! nam tria tertio + Surrexêre sub anno + Priscis templa Quiritibus; + Et quà conspicuis se Gediminia + Jactant saxa jugis, & Capitolium, + Et quæ tecta superbis + Intrant nubila turribus. + + From thence, farre off, the Temples wee’l behold, + And radiant Scutcheons all adorn’d with gold; + Then wee’l looke o’re that double towre, + Th’extent of great _Palæmon_’s pow’re. + How in a settled peace, and kingdomes rest + The easie people raise themselves, so blest! + Three Temples in three yeares w’have seen + To th’Citizens have reared been; + Where _Gediminian_ Rocks themselves extoll + With their plaine tops, and then the Capitol, + Those buildings, whose proud turrets stretch + Themselves to th’Cloudes, and stars doe reach: + + Auget magna, Quies: exiguus labor + In majus modico provenit otio. + Hinc & terga virentûm + Latè prospice collium. + Quæ nunc mobilibus nutat Etesiis, + Segni cana stetit sub nive populus: + Qui nunc defluit, altà + Hæsit sub glacie latex: + Qui nunc purpureis floret ager rosis, + Immoto sterilis delituit gelu: + Verno quæ strepit ales, + Hiberno tacuit die. + Ergò rumpe moras, & solidum gravî + Curæ deme diem, quem tibi candidus + Spondet vesper, & albis + Cras Horæ revehent equis. + + Great things to greater growth doe thus increase, + And with least paines, improve themselves by peace. + Here, tops of Hills, themselves behold, + In all their flowry pride unfold. + The Poplar now that shakes, when th’East winds blow + Stood cloth’d in gray, under the ling’ring snow: + The Springs that now so nimbly rise, + Were all of late lock’d up, in Ice: + The fields that now with blushing Roses spread, + Lay barren, and in hardest frost all hid: + The birds which chirping sit i’th’Spring; + When Winter comes, forget to sing. + Breake off delayes then, and from grievous care + A constant day, set by; which th’ev’ning faire + Doth promise, and the next dayes Sun + With his white Steeds will freely run. + + + + + [Decoration] + + _Ad Paulum Iordanum Vrsinum Bracciani Ducem._ + Bracciani agri amœnitatem commendat, ad quam per ferias Septembres + secesserat Româ. + + _Ode 1. Lib. Epod._ + + [Decoration] + + To _Paulus Iordanus Vrsinus_, Duke of _Bracciano_. + Hee commends the pleasantnesse of the Countrey, where + in the feasts of _September_, he retyred from _Rome_. + + _Ode 1. Lib. Epod._ + + Huc ô quietis apta Musis otia, + Levesque Ludorum chori; + Huc feriantûm Phœbe Musarum pater, + Huc hospitales Gratiæ; + Huc delicatis ite permisti Jocis + Non inverecundi Sales: + Hîc otiosi mite Bracciani solum + Vago coronemus pede. + + Appeare ye spritefull Quire with choicest sports, + All pastime fit for _Phœbus_ Courts; + And Thou great Master of the Revels, joyne + The Graces, to thy Daughters nine; + Witt pure and quaint, with rich conceits and free + From all obscæne scurrilitie: + Here free from care, nimbly let’s dance a round + Upon _Bracciano_’s softer ground. + + Clemens supino clivus assurgit jugo, + Cælumq; paulatim subit, + Et solida subter terga scopulorum arduo + Securus insessu premit: + Arcisq; jactat inter alta turrium + Insigne propugnacula, + Timenda quondam Cæsarum turmis ducum, + Timenda magno Borgiæ, + Cùm per minantûm militum aratos globos + Metuenda jaceret fulmima, + Ageretque profugum Cæsarem, & quassum metu; + Adusque promissum _Nihil_. + + A gentle Cliffe from a steep Hill doth rise + That even to Heaven, mounts by degrees, + And safe, with uncouth passage, leanes upon + The solid backs, of Rocks and stone: + Whence ’mid’st the Bulwark’d Forts, we may descry + A displayd Banner from on hye, + Which to th’Imperiall force a terrour was, + A terrour to great _Borgias_, + When through the brasen troops of’s threatning foes, + His fearfull thunder-bolts he throwes, + Pursuing routed _Cæsar_, whom he brought + To that he promis’d him, to _nought_. + + Hîc ille magnus frænat Etruscas opes + _Ursinus_ Heroum decus, + Hæres avitæ laudis, & princeps caput + Magnæq; laus Oenotriæ. + Circùm coruscis scena quercetis viret, + Cælumque verrit frondibus, + Suoque colles vestit, & patentibus + Sese theatris explicat. + Admota muris ponè Nympharum domus + Aprica præbet littora: + Ripamque Baccho jungit, & vallum propè. + Lentis flagellat fluctibus. + + Great _Ursin_ here puts reynes toth’_Tuscan_ pow’re + The grace of _Heroes_ and the flow’re; + Heire to his father’s worth, chiefe guide and stay + And praise of great _Oenotria_. + A Bow’re growes green, set round with trembling Okes + Which fanns the Heavens with gentle strokes. + It clothes the Hills, and spreads it selfe all over + To th’open Theaters a cover. + Close joyn’d to th’walls, the Nymphs coole Arbour stands, + Which to the Sunny shore commands; + By these a banke of Vines, which th’neighbour Trench + With milder waves doth daily drench. + + Majore nusquam stagna Neptuno sonant, + Aut æstuantis Larii, + Aut qui severo tangit Albanus lacu + Inenatabilem Styga: + Aut quæ procellis gaudet, & magno fremit + Superba ponto Julia: + Nec major usquam spumat, & rupes truci + Benacus assultat salo. + Intonsa curvo monte circumstant juga, + Mitesque despectant aquas. + + Nowhere the Lakes with fuller Sea doth roare, + Either of _Larius_ that boyles o’re, + Or rough _Albanus_ whose troubled waves doe mix + With the unnavigable Styx: + Not stormy _Julia_, when her swelling pride + Most rageth in her highest tyde: + _Benacus_ doth not raise more froth, when he + Assaults the rocks with fiercest Sea. + With rugged tops the bending mountaines round + Upon the slow calme streames looke downe. + + Nivosus illinc terga Romanus movet, + Cæloque diducit minas: + Illinc caducis ilicem quassat comis + Sublime Cymini caput: + Crudumque Boream frangit impotentibus + Depræliaturum Notis, + Terrisque latè regnat, & cæli minis + Opponit hibernum latus. + + _Romanus_ here his snowy back up-reares. + And drawes downe envy from the starres: + The lofty head of _Cyminus_ here shakes + The Oke with trembling leaves which quakes, + And holds off _Boreas_, when his rawer blasts + ’Gainst the weake Southerne winds he casts, + Commands the Country farre, and out he sets + His Winter sides against Heavens threats. + + Amica sternit interim lacum quies, + Fluctusque fluctu nititur, + Et ipsa secum pigra luctatur Thetis, + Aquæque colludunt aquis: + Quas vel carinâ, vel citata turgido + Findit phaselus linteo: + Pinnâque latè vitreum cogens pecus + Velente lino truditur, + Setâque piscem ducit, & raris procul + Lacum coronat retibus. + + Meane while a pleasant calme doth smooth the Lake, + The waves ’gainst one another breake, + Mild _Thetis_ selfe, with her own selfe finds sport, + And waters doe the waters court: + Through which a ship doth cut, with pleasant gales, + Or nimble Barke with swelling sayles: + The large-fin’d Chrystall cattell as they goe + Are forced whether they will or no + With ready dragnet; then with lines of haire + They round the Lake, or Nets more rare. + + Hinc alta lucet divitis Pollæ domus, + Hinc pinguis Anguilaria: + Trebonianas hinc amica vineas + Vadosa plangunt æquora: + Hinc delicati fundus Aurelî nitet, + Lymphæ salutarîs pater: + Undàque morbos arcet, & vivacibus + Lucem fluentis eluit. + + Rich _Polla’s_ stately house there shines, and here + Full stored Fish-ponds doe appeare: + The friendly Foords which toward the Sea doe lye + Water _Trebonian_ Vineyards by; + Here neat _Aurelius_ farme looks gay, chiefe Lord + And Master of that healthfull Foord, + Whose water cures diseases, whose quick springs + Doe purge out all infectious things. + + At quà superbum fontibus nomen dedit + Suumque Flora marginem, + Vivis perennes decidunt saxis aquæ, + Camposque decursu lavant, + Patremque longè Tybrin, & regem sonant, + Romæque servitum fluunt. + Sincera circùm regna naturæ nitent; + Et artis immunes loci: + Adhucque virgo sulcus, & montes adhuc + Molleis inexperti manus, + Meramque Bacchus Tethyn, & Bacchum Thetis, + Et pinguis invitat Ceres. + + Where _Flora_ makes the banks, and gives the name + To Fountaines, proud of so much fame; + From lively stones perpetuall waters flow, + And wash the fields wheresoe’re they goe, + Their father _Tyber_, and their King they found + And flow to _Rome_, with homage bound. + Nature doth purely there advance each part, + Not any place is help’d by Art: + As yet the virgin furrow, th’Hills yet stand + Untouch’d, by any tender hand. + Chast _Tethys_, _Bacchus_ courts, _Thetis_ doth woo + _Bacchus_ againe, and _Ceres_ too. + + Hinc ille lætus surgit, & tenacibus + Inserpit ulmis Evius, + Udoque cornu turget, & fluentibus + Crinem racemis impedit. + Non Lesbos illi, non odorati magis + Vineta rident Massici, + Aut quæ Falernis educata solibus + Sublucet uvæ purpura. + + Hence _Evius_ cheerfull rises, and doth twine + With th’Elme, that closely clings toth’ Vine, + With’s plenteous horne he swells, his locks hang by-- + With flowing Clusters tangled lye. + Not _Lesbos_ him, nor the sweet smelling grace, + Of rich _Campania_’s fruitfull race + Delights; the purple Grape not so faire showes, + In the _Falernian_ sun that growes. + + Sed nec Falisci glaream malit soli, + Nec pinguis uber Rhætiæ; + Nec flava tantùm culta felicis Cypri, + Graiámve dilexit Rhodon: + Quantùm suis superbit, & sese suis + Miratur in canalibus. + Circùm beatis imperat campis Ceres. + Lateque rura possidet: + Et arva flavo messium fluctu tument, + Motuque culmorum natant. + + Hee’l not preferre _Faliscus_ sandy ground, + Nor _Rhætia_, that doth so abound; + The yellow Tilths of happy _Cyprus_, hee + Ne’re lov’d so much, nor _Rhodos_ by: + As in his owne -- in his owne channells hee + Hugging himselfe, doth proudly lye. + Sole Empresse _Ceres_ of the fertile lands + Whose large possessions shee commands: + The fields with yellow waves doe ebbe and flow, + The ripe eares swim, when winds doe blow. + + Innube rarus inquinat cælum vapor, + Aut tensa nimbis vellera: + Aut è Boreis bella ventorum plagis, + Raucusque silvarum fragor + Auditur usquam: non protervis insonant + Exercitati Syrtibus, + Euris & Austris contumaces Africi, + Et perduellibus Notis. + Tantùm serenus Vesper, & tenerrima + Etesiarum flamina. + + No vapour, here, Heavens cleared face doth staine, + No clowdy fleece stretch’d out with raine: + The Northerne blasts are still, and all at peace, + And the hoarse noise o’th’ woods doth cease: + The stubborne _Africke_ winds that use to stray + About th’unruly sandy Sea, + Are all hush’d up, and no Alarum sound + To th’other winds, entrenched round; + Onely the Evening faire, a gentle gale + Of winds that each year never faile: + + Albique soles, & serena lucidis + Aspirat aura montibus: + Puramque cælo provehunt Horæ facem, + Et Phœbus Horarum pater + Peculiari luce colles irrigat, + Pronáque perfundit die. + Ramis tepentes ingruunt Favonii + Jocantis auræ sibilo, + Et temperatis provocant suspiriis, + Leniq; somnum murmure. + + The bright Sun darting through th’enlightned Ayre + His beames, doth guild the Moutaines cleare, + The houres drive on heav’ns torch, that shine so bright, + And _Phœbus_ father of the light-- + With a peculiar influence bedewes + The Hills all o’re, when night ensues. + The warme _Favonian_ winds with whistling gale + Doe merrily the boughs assaile, + And with their temperate breath, and gentle noise, + Sweet pleasing slumbers softly raise. + + At non loquaces interim nidi tacent, + Matresque nidorum vagæ. + Sed aut maritis turtur in ramis gemit, + Et saxa rumpit questibus, + Aut læta latè cantibus mulcet loca + Famosa pellex Thraciæ. + Silvisq; coram plorat, & crudelibus + Accusat agris Terea: + Quæcumque mœsta vocibus dicunt aves, + Respondet argutum nemus, + Affatur alnum quercus, ornum populus, + Affatur ilex ilicem, + Et se vicissim collocuta redditis + Arbusta solantur sonis. + + The prateling Nests meane while no silence keep, + Their wandring guests ne’re sleep. + To’s mate, the Turtle ’mong’st the branches grones, + And with complaints breakes hardest stones, + The Nightingale, the pleasant Groves about + Refresheth, with her warbling note, + Bewayles her losse to th’woods, i’th’ cruell fields + ’Gainst _Tereus_ her cryes shee yeilds: + And what the mournfull birds doe so complaine, + The shrill woods answer back againe. + The Oke, the Alder tells; the Poplar tree + The Ash; and that, the Elme stands by. + The Groves rejoyce with th’Eccho they afford + And tell them backe--ev’n word for word. + + Huc ô Quiritûm ductor, huc Oenotriæ + O magne regnator plagæ + _Jordane_, tandem plenus urbis & fori, + Rerumque magnarum satur, + Sepone curis temet, & domesticis + Furare pectus otiis. + Hic vel tuarum lene tranabis vadum + Opacus umbris arborum, + Tuosque colleis inter, & tuas procul + Perambulabis ilices: + + _Jordanus_ here, hither thy selfe command, + Great Ruler of th’_Oenotrian_ land. + Withdraw thy selfe from cares, from all resort + So cloy’d with’ Citie, and with Court, + So full of great affaires, at length thy breast + Convey to thy domestick rest. + Here thou may’st passe thy Foord, in gloomy shade, + On each side, by thine owne trees made, + And here between thy Mounts, with tall Okes set, + A large walke thou shalt get: + + Vel cum Decembri campus, & prima nive + Vicina canescent juga; + Nunc impeditas mollibus plagis feras, + Silvamq; præcinges metu: + Nunc incitato capream rumpes equo, + Teloque deprendes aprum; + Jactoq; cervos collocabis spiculo, + Furesq; terrebis lupos. + Quid si Latinæ laus _Alexander_ plagæ, + Sacræque sidus purpuræ, + Tecum paterno feriabitur solo, + Seseq; curis eximet; + Tuique cives, hospitesq; civium + Toto fruemur gaudio. + + Or in _December_, when the fields looke white, + And th’Hills, with the earlyest snow doth light; + Sometime th’entangled game, with twining nett + I’th’ wood, with feare thou shalt besett: + Sometimes with courser fleet, pursue full sore, + The Buck thou mayst, sometimes the Bore; + With thy thrown dart the red Deer thou shalt stick. + And th’frighted ravenous Wolves shalt strick, + And if that Starre o’th’ sacred dignity + The glory of all _Italy_, + Will also from his cares, himselfe make free, + And keepe his Festivals with thee; + Each Citizen of thine, and every guest + With the compleatest joy is blest. + + + + + _Ad fontem Sonam._ + + In patrio fundo, dum Româ rediisset. + + Ode 2. Lib. Epod. + + Fons innocenti lucidus magis vitro + Purâque purior nive, + Pagi voluptas, una Nympharum sitis, + Ocelle natalis soli. + Longis viarum languidus laboribus + Et mole curarum gravis + Thuscis ab usque gentibus redux, tibi + Accline prosterno latus: + Permitte siccus, quà potes, premi; cavâ + Permitte libari manu. + Sic te quietum nulla perturbet pecus, + Ramusvè lapsus arbore: + Sic dum loquaci prata garritu secas, + Et lætus audiri salis; + Assibilantes populetorum comæ + Ingrata ponant murmura + Tibi, lyræq; Vatis: haud frustrà sacer + Nam si quid _Urbanus_ probat, + Olim fluenti leuè Blandusiæ nihil + Aut Sirmioni debeas. + + + To the Fountaine Sona, + + _When hee returned._ + + _Ode 2. Lib. Epod._ + + O Fount more cleare then spotlesse glasse, + More pure, then purest snow e’re was, + The Nymphs desire, and Countries grace, + Thou joy of this my Native place. + Tyr’d with a tedious journey, I, + And press’d with cares that grievous lye, + From the farre _Tuscan_ Land made free + Thus low I bow my selfe to thee: + Oh, if thou canst, vouchsafe to bee + Press’d, and with hollow palme drawne dry. + So let thy peace no wandring beast + Disturb, no broken bough, thy rest: + So when thou cutt’st with prattling noise + The Meads, and leap’st, men heare thy voice; + May th’whistling leaves of Poplar trees + With their unwelcome murmurs cease-- + To thee, and thy Priests Lute: if nought + _Urban_ approves, in vaine is thought + T’_Blandusia_ thou canst nothing owe; + Nor to milde flowing _Sirmio_. + + + + + Palinodia + Ad secundam libri Epodon Odam _Q. Horatii Flacci_. + + _Laus otii Religiosi._ + + _Ode 3. Lib. Epod._ + + A Palinode + To the second Ode of the booke of Epodes of _Q. H. Flaccus_. + + _The praise of a Religious Recreation._ + + _Ode 3. Lib. Epod._ + + At ille, _Flacce_, nunc erit beatior + Qui mole curarum procul + Paterna liquit rura, litigantium + Solutus omni jurgio; + Nec solis æstum frugibus timet suis, + Nec sidus hiberni Jovis, + Rixasq; vitat, & scelesta curiæ + Rapacioris limina. + Ergo aut profanis hactenus negotiis + Amissa plorat sidera; + Aut in reductâ sede dispersum gregem + Errantis animi colligit, + Postquam beatæ lucra conscientiæ + Quadrante libravit suo. + + But, _Flaccus_, now more happy he appeares, + Who, with the burthen of his cares, + Farre off hath left his father’s ground, set free + From the fierce wrangling Lawyer’s fee; + No scorching heat, nor blasts of Winter _Jove_, + Doth hurt his fruit, or him can move: + Hee shuns all strifes, and never doth resort + The sinfull gates o’th’ greedy Court. + But either doth bewayle those dayes and nights, + Lost by him in prophane delights; + Or else retyr’d, strives to collect and find + The dispers’d flock of’s wandring mind; + Having first fairly pois’d the recompence + And gaines of a good conscience. + + Idem, propinquâ nocte, stellatas vigil + Cùm vesper accendit faces, + Ut gaudet immortale mirari jubar, + Terrâque majores globos, + Et per cadenteis intueri lacrymas + Rimosa lucis atria, + Quæ Christe tecum, virgo quæ tecum colat + Perennis hæres sæculi! + Volvuntur aureis interim stellaæ rotis, + Pigrumque linquunt exulem, + Per ora cujus uberes eunt aquæ, + Somnos quod avertat graveis. + + At evening, when the harbinger of night + The torches of the sky doth light, + How he admires th’immortall rayes breake forth, + And their bright Orbes, more large then earth; + How through his trickling teares, he heips his fight, + Unto the open Courts of light, + Which with thy selfe, ô Christ, thy selfe in pray’r + He’ Adores, t’Eternall life an heire! + The Starres with golden wheeles, are hurried by, + And let their prostrate exile lye, + Over whose face, the plenteous teares doe stray, + Which chase all drowsie sleepe away; + + At quando lotum Gangis aut Indi fretis + Jam Phœbus attollit caput, + Mentis profundus, & sui totus minor + Irata flectit numina: + Vel cum sereno fulserit dies Jove, + Aprilibusque feriis, + Assueta cælo lumina, in terras vocat + Lateq; prospectum jacit, + Camposq; lustrat, & relucentem suâ + Miratur in scenâ _Deum_. + + Assoone as _Phœbus_ head begins t’appeare, + Lately in _Indus_ streames made cleare, + From depth of soule, lesse then himselfe he lies, + And bends the angry pow’rs with cryes: + Or when the Sun shines cleare, the aire serene, + And _Aprill_ Festivals begin, + His eyes, so us’d to Heaven, he downe doth throw, + On a large prospect here below: + He viewes the fields, and wondring stands to see + In’s shade the shining Deitie. + + En omnis inquit, herba non morantibus + In astra luctatur comis: + Semota cælo lacrymantur, & piis + Liquuntur arva fletibus; + Ligustra canis, & rosæ rubentibus + Repunt in auras brachiis; + Astrisque panda nescio quid pallido + Loquuntur ore lilia, + Et serò blandis ingemunt suspiriis, + Et manè rorant lacrymis. + Egóne solus, solus in terris piger + Tenace figor pondere? + + See how (saies he) each herb with restlesse leaves + To th’ starres doth strive and upward heaves: + Remov’d from heaven they weep, the field appeares + All o’re dissolv’d in pious teares: + The white-flowr’d Woodbine, and the blushing Rose + Branch into th’aire with twining boughs; + The pale-fac’d Lilly on the bending stalke, + To th’starres I know not what doth talke; + At night with fawning sighes they’expresse their fears + And in the morning drop downe teares. + Am I alone, wretch that I am, fast bound + And held with heavy weight, to th’ground? + + Sic & propinquas allocutus arbores, + Et multa coram fontibus + Rivisque fatus, quærit Auctorem _Deum_ + Formosa per vestigia. + Quod si levandas mentis in curas vigil + Ruris suburbani domus, + Quales Lucisci, vel Nemecini Lares, + Udumvè Besdani nemus + Rudeis adornet rusticâ mensas dape + Siccos sub Augusti dies; + + Thus spake he to the neighbouring trees, thus he + To th’Fountaines talk’d, and streames ran by, + And after, seekes the great Creator out + By these faire traces of his foot. + But if a lightsome Country house that’s free + From care, such as _Luciscu’s_ bee, + Or _Nemicini’s,_ if _Besdan_’s fruitfull field + Can Grace to his rude table yeild, + To his plaine board with country dainties set, + In _August_’s dry and parching heat; + + Jam tunc sub ipsum limen, aut domesticâ + Lenis sub umbrâ populi, + Expectat omnis hospitem suum penses, + Et concha sinceri salis, + Pressiq; meta lactis, & purus calix, + Et hospitalis amphora, + Et fraga, raris verna quæ dumis legit, + Jucunda panis præmia. + Non me scari tunc, non Lucrinorum gravis + Sagina mulorum juvet: + Sed cereus palumbus, aut turtur niger; + Aut anser amnis accola, + Et eruditam quæ fugit gulam faba, + Lætumque nec simplex olus, + Et quæ suprema colligitur, ac gravi + Patella nil debet foro. + + Even at his dore, under a private shade + By a thick pleasant Poplar made, + Provision of all sorts, expect their guest, + A shell with salt, pure and the best, + New bread, for which, ’midst the thin bryars, the Mayd + Picks Strawberries, and’s gladly payd. + Cheese newly press’d, close by, the friendly Cann + With Cup cleane wash’d, doth ready stan’. + With me the _Lucrine_ dainties will not downe, + The Scare, nor Mullet that’s well growne; + But the Ring-dove plump, the Turtle dun doth looke, + Or Swan, the sojourner o’th’ brooke, + A messe of Beanes which shuns the curious pallet, + The cheerfull and not simple sallet; + Clusters of grapes last gathered, that misse + And nothing owe to th’weighty presse. + + Post hæc vel inter læta quercetis juga, + Vel inter amneis juverit + Vitare tristeis post meridiem Notos + Sub æsculo vel ilice; + Nigrumvè littus, aut opaca lubricis + Tranare stagna lintribus, + Jactâque fruge ludibundum ducere + Tremente piscem lineâ. + Remugit ingens interim tauris nemus, + Umbrosa balant flumina; + Et aut in antris garriunt acanthides, + Aut in rubis luscinia. + + Then after noone he takes a kind of pride + To th’Hills to walke, or River side, + And ’midst the pleasant Okes, a shade doth find, + T’avoyd the blasts o’th’ Southern wind; + To th’darksome shore, by the deep poole he goes, + And through, with nimble Boat he rowes; + Sometimes the sporting fish, his baite thrown in, + Hee plucks up with his trembling line. + Meane while th’ spacious woods with ecchoing note + Doe answer to the Bulls wide throat, + The shady rivers bleat; the Nightingale + I’th’ bushes chirps her dolefull tale. + + Hinc per rubeta pastor errantes capras + Vocante cogit fistulâ: + Illinc herili messor è campo redux + Alterna plaudit carmina; + Et pressa sectos plaustra per sulcos gemunnt + Ruptura ruris horrea. + At nec tacemus ponè considentium + Dulcis manus sodalium; + Nec infacetâ sermo differtur morâ, + Sed innocentibus jocis, + Multoq; tinctus, sed verecundo sale, + Innoxium trahit dîem. + Hæc si videret fænerator Alphius, + Olim futurus rusticus, + Quam collocarat Idibus pecuniam, + Nollet Kalendis ponere. + + With’s hastning pipe the sheapheard drives away + His flocke, which through the thickets stray: + To which as from the field they passe along, + Each mower sings by course, his song; + O’re yeilding furrowes, carts full press’d with corne + Groane, and are like to breake the barne. + Our worke once done, we doe not silent sit, + When knots of our good fellowes meet; + Nor is our talke prolong’d with rude delay; + In harmlesse jests we spend the day; + Jests dip’d in so much salt, which rubbing shall + Onely make fresh our cheeks, not gall. + If that rich churle, this had but seen, when hee + A Country man began to be, + The money which i’th’ Ides hee scraped in + Next month hee’d not put out agen. + + + + + [Decoration] + + _Epig._ 4. _Ex Lib. Ep._ + + Veniat delectus meus in hortum suum. _Cant._ 5. + + Pulcher Amor sumpsit rudis instrumenta coloni, + Et sua deposuit tela suasque faces: + Et manibus stivam rapuit; castique laboris + Ad sua ruricolas junxit aratra boves. + Ilicet, ut facili subvertit vomere corda, + Castaque virginibus Gratia crevit agris; + Flos, ait, unus abest: sunt cetera millia florum; + Ut nullus possit, _Christe_, deesse, Veni. + + + [Decoration] + + Epig. 4. + + _Let my beloved come into his Garden._ Cant. 5. + + Love takes the tooles of a rude Country clowne, + His owne Artill’ry, and his torch layes down; + With staffe in’s hand, Oxen to th’Plow he set + For tillage, and such honest labour fit; + Straight, as he turn’d up hearts with easie share, + And grace i’th’ virgin-furrowes did appeare, + ’Mongst thousand others, one flower, quoth he, is mist: + That none may wanting be, come thou, O Christ. + + + + + Qualis est Dilectus tuus? ex _Cant._ 5. + + Ex Lib. Epig. 37. + + Qualis erat, tuus ille? tuus pulcherrimus ille? + Dicebat nuper barbara turba mihi. + Arripio dextrâ pennam, lævaque tabellam, + Et noto, _Christe_, tuo quicquid in orbe noto. + Pingo rosas, aurum, gemmas, viridaria, silvas, + Arva, lacus, celeri sidera pingo manu; + Et tabulam monstrans, Noster pulcherrimus, inquam, + Qualis erat, vultis discere? talis erat. + + + Who is thy Beloved? _Out of Cant._ 5. + + _Lib. Epig._ 37. + + What is that Spouse of thine? that fairest Hee? + The barb’rous people said, of late, to mee. + A Pen I tooke, and in a Tablet drew + Whatsoe’re, O Christ, in thy blest orbe I view. + Roses, and Gold I paint, Gems, Groves, Corne-land, + Green Gardens, Lakes, and Stars with nimble hand; + Would you needs learne, what might my fairest bee? + Looke o’re this tablet, pray, O such was Hee. + + + + + _Epig. 40. Lib. Ep._ + + Veni de Libano sponsa. + + Et fugis, & fugiens clamas, quid sponsa moraris? + Non fugis, ut fugias: ut capiare, fugis. + + + Epig. 40. + + Thou run’st, & running cry’st, why dost thou stay + My Spouse? thou would’st be ta’ne, not get away. + + + + + Ex lib. Epi. 48. + + ---- Lilia manu præferenti. + + Hæc, quæ virgineis nituntur lilia culmis, + Undè verecundas explicuêre comas? + Non generant similes Pæstana rosaria flores, + Nec simili Pharius messe superbit ager: + Non hæc purpureis mater Corcyra viretis, + Nec parit æquoreis pulsa Carystos aquis. + Cùm nullas habeant natales lilia terras, + Qui neget è castâ lilia nata manu? + + + Ep. 48. + + _To ---- bearing Lillyes in her hand._ + + These Lillyes which on virgin stalks doe bend, + From whence do they their chaster leaves extend? + The _Pæstan_ beds such flowres did ne’re bring forth, + Nor _Pharian_ fields e’re gloried in such worth: + _Alcinous_ purple banks, ne’re teem’d with these, + Nor rich _Carystos_ watred by the Seas. + Since then these flow’res no native place do know, + Who can deny from her chast hand they grow. + + + + + Ex Lib. Ep. 51. + + _Iohanni de Lugo_, dum post morbum ad intermissam de Pœenitentiâ + doctrinam rediret. + + Fertur inornatis nuper Metanœa capillis + Flesse, repentinâ cùm raperêre febri: + Fertur & indomito frænos laxasse dolori, + Et lacrymis madidos exhibuisse sinus: + Cùm rursus domito repetis tua pulpita morbo, + Fertur inornatas disposuisse comas: + Et domitos hilari risu frænasse dolores, + Et lacrymis vacuos explicuisse sinus. + Quis, Pater, incolumi de te non gaudeat, ipsæ + Si gaudent Lacrymæ, ridet & ipse Dolor? + + + Ex. Lib. Ep. 51. + + To _Iohan de Lugo_, when after a long sicknesse, + he returned to his intermitted Lecture of Repentance. + + With hairs unkemb’d Repentance late did mourn, + When with so feirce a Feaver thou wert torne: + Shee’s said, to let loose raynes t’untamed griefe, + To’affoord her moyst’ned bosome, no reliefe, + But when th’desks agen, thy sicknesse tam’d, + Thou mountd’st, she’s said her careless haire t’have kemb’d + T’have bridled in her conquer’d griefe, and smile, + Of teares, her open’d bosome to beguile. + Who cannot then be glad, thou being safe? + When teares rejoyce, and griefe it selfe doth laugh. + + + + + Christi in Cruce vox. Ep. 110. + + SITIO. + + Ah sitio, clamas, Princeps pulcherrime rerum: + Non habeo pro te dulcia vina, siti. + Tu tamen, ah sitio, clamas: dabo pocula, Sponse: + Heu mihi! sed misto pocula felle dabo. + Hæc mi Sponse, bibe: quæris cui fortè propines? + Ad me pro mundi, _Christe_, salute bibe. + + + _The voyce of Christ upon the Crosse._ + + I THIRST. + + Alas I thirst, great King, thou loude dost grone, + I have no pleasant Wine for Thee, thirst on. + Yet oh I thirst, thou cry’st: a Cup to thee + Woes mee! I’le give: but mix’d with gall’t must be. + Drink this, my Spouse: perhaps thou’lt ask to whom? + To me, O Christ, to th’health o’th’world let’t come. + + + + +_FINIS._ + +_Imprimatur_, Na. Brent. + +_Feb._ 10. 1645. + + + * * * * * + * * * * + +PUBLICATIONS OF THE AUGUSTAN REPRINT SOCIETY + + [Where available, Project Gutenberg e-text numbers are shown in + brackets.] + + +FIRST YEAR (1946-1947) + +Numbers 1-6 out of print. + + [Titles: + 1. Blackmore, Essay upon wit [13484] + + 2. Flecknoe, On wit; Warton, The adventurer [14973] + + 3. Letter to A. H. Esq., concerning the Stage (1698), + and Richard Willis’ Occasional Paper No. IX (1698). [14047] + + 4. Cobb, Discourse on Criticism and of Poetry (1707) From + Poems On Several Occasions (1707) [14528] + + 5. Samuel Wesley’s _Epistle to a Friend Concerning Poetry_ (1700) + and _Essay on Heroic Poetry_ (1693). [16506] + + 6. _Representation of the Impiety and Immorality of the Stage_ (1704) + and _Some Thoughts Concerning the Stage_ (1704). [15656] ] + + +SECOND YEAR (1947-1948) + +7. John Gay’s _The Present State of Wit_ (1711): and a section on Wit +from _The English Theophrastus_ (1702). [14800] + +8. Rapin’s _De Carmine Pastorali_, translated by Creech (1684). [14495] + +9. T. Hanmer’s (?) _Some Remarks on the Tragedy of Hamlet_ (1736). +[14899] + +10. Corbyn Morris’ _Essay towards Fixing the True Standards of Wit, +etc._ (1744). [16233] + +11. Thomas Purney’s _Discourse on the Pastoral_ (1717). [15313] + +12. Essays on the Stage, selected, with an Introduction by Joseph Wood +Krutch. [16335] + + +THIRD YEAR (1948-1949) + +13. Sir John Falstaff (pseud.), _The Theatre_ (1720). [15999] + +14. Edward Moore’s _The Gamester_ (1753). [16267] + +15. John Oldmixon’s _Reflections on Dr. Swift’s Letter to Harley_ +(1712); and Arthur Mainwaring’s _The British Academy_ (1712). +[IN PREPARATION] + +16. Nevil Payne’s _Fatal Jealousy_ (1673). [16916] + +17. Nicholas Rowe’s _Some Account of the Life of Mr. William +Shakespeare_ (1709). [16275] + +18. “Of Genius,” in _The Occasional Paper_, Vol. III, No. 10 (1719); +and Aaron Hill’s Preface to _The Creation_ (1720). [15870] + + +FOURTH YEAR (1949-1950) + +19. Susanna Centlivre’s _The Busie Body_ (1709). [16740] + +20. Lewis Theobold’s _Preface to The Works of Shakespeare_ (1734). +[16346] + +21. _Critical Remarks on Sir Charles Grandison, Clarissa, and Pamela_ +(1754). + +22. Samuel Johnson’s _The Vanity of Human Wishes_ (1749) and Two +_Rambler_ papers (1750). [13350] + +23. John Dryden’s _His Majesties Declaration Defended_ (1681). [15074] + +24. Pierre Nicole’s _An Essay on True and Apparent Beauty in Which from +Settled Principles is Rendered the Grounds for Choosing and Rejecting +Epigrams_, translated by J. V. Cunningham. [IN PREPARATION] + + +FIFTH YEAR (1950-1951) + +25. Thomas Baker’s _The Fine Lady’s Airs_ (1709). [14467] + +26. Charles Macklin’s _The Man of the World_ (1792). [14463] + +27. Frances Reynolds’ _An Enquiry Concerning the Principles of Taste, +and of the Origin of Our Ideas of Beauty, etc._ (1785). [13485] + +28. John Evelyn’s _An Apologie for the Royal Party_ (1659); and +_A Panegyric to Charles the Second_ (1661). [17833] + +29. Daniel Defoe’s _A Vindication of the Press_ (1718). [14084] + +30. Essays on Taste from John Gilbert Cooper’s _Letters Concerning +Taste,_ 3rd edition (1757), & John Armstrong’s _Miscellanies_ (1770). +[13464] + + +SIXTH YEAR (1951-1952) + +31. Thomas Gray’s _An Elegy Wrote in a Country Church Yard_ (1751); and +_The Eton College Manuscript_. [15409] + +32. Prefaces to Fiction; Georges de Scudéry’s Preface to _Ibrahim_ +(1674), etc. [14525] + +33. Henry Gally’s _A Critical Essay_ on Characteristic-Writings (1725). +[16299] + +34. Thomas Tyers’ A Biographical Sketch of Dr. Samuel Johnson (1785). + +35. James Boswell, Andrew Erskine, and George Dempster. _Critical +Strictures on the New Tragedy of Elvira, Written by Mr. David Malloch_ +(1763). [15857] + +36. Joseph Harris’s _The City Bride_ (1696). [22974] + + +SEVENTH YEAR (1952-1953) + +37. Thomas Morrison’s _A Pindarick Ode on Painting_ (1767). +[IN PREPARATION] + +38. John Phillips’ _A Satyr Against Hypocrites_ (1655). + +39. Thomas Warton’s _A History of English Poetry_. + +40. Edward Bysshe’s _The Art of English Poetry_ (1708). + +41. Bernard Mandeville’s “_A Letter to Dion_” (1732). + +42. Prefaces to Four Seventeenth-Century Romances. + + * * * * * + * * * * + * * * * * + +ERRATA (Noted by transcriber) + +_As printed:_ + + _Introduction:_ The editor’s name, printed “Roestvig”, is more + correctly Røstvig. + + _Latin:_ The use of œ and æ in words such as “mœstus” is in the + original. Accents are variously acute ´, grave ` or circumflex ^, + with no apparent difference in meaning. Some do not even mark long + syllables. + + _English:_ Variation between -w- and -vv- is as in the original. + + _Typography:_ In both languages, titles were randomly Italic or Roman. + Italicization (or de-italicization) of ’s in possessives is also + random. + +_Introduction_ + + an interesting combination of Stoic and Platonic ideas + [_“of / of” at line break_] + +_Odes_ + + _All headers were in the form “Ode 2, Lib. 1” with the poem number + given before the Book number. They have been conventionalized for + this Errata list._ + + Lib. 1 Ode 1 + Cum infestæ Thracum Copiæ Pannoniâ excessissent. + [_“Co./piæ” for “Co-/piæ” at line break_] + The threats of cruell Warre now cease:, [_punctuation unchanged_] + + Lib. 1 Ode 2 + [title] de adversâ fortunâ [adverfa] + Unmanly howlings, _Lycuas_, leave, + [_error for Lycas or Lycus (English title has “Lycas”; Latin has + “Lycus”)_] + + Lib. 1 Ode 13 + Fortune a double ball doth often throw. [doulble] + + Lib. 2 Ode 5 + Regna procul, populosque vastos [porcul] + + Lib. 2 Ode 8 + ... that fortune flings + [_final “s” missing at end of long line_] + + Lib. 2 Ode 24 + And _Nereus_ with his Quicksands Boyling o’re: [Nerens] + + Lib. 2 Ode 25 + [_The title of this Ode is printed in anomalous small capitals + on both the Latin and the English sides_] + Donec Lucicer aureus [_text unchanged: probably “Lucifer”_] + Silvarumq; super colla comantium, [comantnium] + Magnorumq; salit terga cacuminum, ac [cacumium] ac + [_These words appear in consecutive indented lines_] + + Lib. 3 Ode 6 + I kingdome, _Marcus_, of my selfe I find + [_Text unchanged: error for ‘1 kingdome‘ or ‘A kingdome’?_] + + Lib. 3 Ode 12 + The best would choose, from Heav’n must learne the right. + [_comma at end_] + + Lib. 4 Ode 3 + With swift applause; Hee’s blest whose sprite, [sptite] + + Lib. 4 Ode 44 + _Ode 44. Lib. 4._ + [_Number shown as printed on both Latin and English sides. The + error may have been in the source text._] + But Jesu! where art thou? what region’s blest [where at] + + Lib. 4 Ode 15 + Immune tædî. Clarus olim [_first word illegible_] + + Lib. 4 Ode 30 + _Ad Ianussium Skuminum._ : To _Ianusius Skuminus_. + [_inconsistent spelling (ss:s) in original_] + Hæc ego si nullos fallunt insomnia maneis, [insomia] + Her owne and Nephew’s temples crown’d. [Nepew’s] + + Lib. 4 Ode 32 + With nimble finger neat division; [nible] + And if I write, my secure chaire holds mee. [_comma at end_] + + Lib. 4 Ode 34 + Splendidam verâ sine luce gazam [fine luce (f for long s)] + + Lib. 4 Ode 35 + [_“Vilna” is the city (modern Vilnius, Wilna in Polish), “Vilia” + the river (modern Vilnia)_] + + Epode 1 + His beames, doth guild the Moutaines cleare [_spelling unchanged_] + + Epode 3 + Thus spake he to the neighbouring trees, thus he [neigbouring] + +_Long “s”_ + + Lib. 1, Odes 2 and 13 (Latin pages 10, 12): + Mœstum sol hodiè caput ... [Mœstum fol ...] + +_At the beginning of p. 10 there appears to have been an accident +with the Italic type trays. Almost all long s’s (ſ) on p. 10 (signature +5v), and many on p. 12 (signature 6v), are misprinted as f, except in +the -st- and -ss- ligatures. The last two lines of Ode 1.2, top of +p. 12:_ + + Quod fi deſuerit ſalix + Fafces pauperibus ſubjiciet focis. + +_Note the s-for-f error. In Italic fonts--used for all Latin poems +in this text--long “s” is generally _easier_ to distinguish from “f” +than it is in Roman fonts._ + +_Page Numbering_ + + In Lib. 1 Ode 2, English, page 13 is misprinted as page 31. + In Lib. 4 Ode 12, Latin, page 68 is misprinted as page 98. + In Lib. 4, Ode 30, page numbers 95-96 are repeated, and the setback + in numbering continues to the end of the text. 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